Wheeling Gull Isle all hail king neptune

So you know me, then.

Tuulikki tenses with the declaration.  It is unusual for a wolf so young to be so close to a spirit, especially one as powerful as the wanheda.  She feels the air being sucked from her lungs as if the other were pulling it in the circle she creates around the smaller wolf.  It would explain the need to leave Kotiin with her mission, to find her peace elsewhere, if she were to follow a wanheda.  The other knows she can see the spirit, knows she has the connection, and Tuulikki listens to her without doubt.

She’s presented a gift.  Her mouth runs dry again and she attempts to swallow, resisting the urge to look back to the water.  Tuulikki considers it for a moment; something isn’t quite right with the offer and she can’t help but wonder how long the other has been in the position of power and where the heda might be.  

“No,” the girl tells her, confident in her decision. Wanheda underestimates the little wind. “You need a priestess.  Not everyone believe, Wanheda, not everyone will see or hear you.”  

Tuulikki lifts a paw to take a step back but she remains in the same spot, going as far as forcing her paw back to the ground and remain steadfast in her decision.  Tuulikki didn’t have the experience as someone that might typically take it but clearly she’s special enough to have this interaction.  Her survival had been predicted but she isn’t a minion.  She isn’t just a follower.  If she could keep the spirit in her presence this long, she’s convinced she’s something much more important.  

“I am your vessel to the living.”  

She takes in a sharp breath, watching how the other reacts to her proposition.