Wheeling Gull Isle bridge to somewhere

Much to her surprise, her apology was accepted right away. The tales she'd heard of wolves outsider he colony had made her quick to see them as monsters, though her original images in mind were proved wrong the second she had entered the Wilds. It was strange, but also interesting to her. It made her wish to travel and see more of the strange new land, but the thought of leaving the sea again was unspeakable. For the time being, she decided to just stay on the shore, and hope to run into more wolves like the blue-nosed man. He seemed kind, after all, and kindness was something she treasured.

Still, despite her thoughts, she found her mind conflicting with itself. He didn't seem like a thief, and had also promised not to bite, so what would the harm be in letting him feel her pelt? There were many harms, her conscious had countered, but she ignored it. Whether it be because she was a naïve child, or because she wanted to be able to trust more wolves, she told herself she would allow the strange-looking man to feel her pelt. “Alright...” she answered, turning her head so she could grab the seal skin. Gently, Muirgen pulled it from her back, but did not set it on the ground. Even though she wanted to trust him, she could not entirely. Holding it between her jaws helped to comfort her, and assure her that is wouldn't be stolen. “Please, be gentle with it,” she requested, her voice muffled due to speaking around her skin.