Wheeling Gull Isle When we meet again

"Not like this one, boy-o," he said with a shake of his head. He had never seen a wolf like the little black leader before, and he was fairly certain his brother hadn't, either. Of course, he was likely speaking of woman's propensity for madness. The dark leader was odd in that way, too.

"I think it is," he said of the island. "They've got fish and friends and a whole mess of kids. Good for a while at least, ain't it?"