Wheeling Gull Isle i'm the moon

Lainie was more than happy to follow the male who had fed her. He was nice, too, and that helped— and he had said the pack was nice, as well. She felt a little more clearheaded now that she had eaten a proper meal; hopefully, she wouldn't have to worry about that again. If she was allowed into the pack, surely someone could teach her how to hunt. Maybe Rokig could.
She glanced to him as he spoke, smiling faintly. Yes, Her gaze ultimately trailed back to the island ahead, though. It would probably be weird, living on an island. But it would be better than starving— better than being alone. Better than crawling back to her uncle, too; Lainie deserved a fresh start, she thought. Away from assholes who couldn't be bothered to notice her existence.