Wheeling Gull Isle her.

seclusion, she had rarely left her make-shift den within the rocks. even to lay above, the siren had been wasting away in silence of the ocean underneath. she would fish and move to drink, but nothing more. sheh knew not of what was transpiring within the isle, but she could smell and hear the moments that happened above. new wolves, some had gone, she could've sworn one smelled of family.. but it did not matter.

ruo felt so drained. body and soul- and utterly discarded. she felt her actions matter not anymore to yuelong. she felt exhausted to even move anymore, and did not know why. perhaps a sickness had struck her, and for now, she heals within the most peaceful place. her pride rock.

hers, and hers alone.

maybe.