Totoka River Now I'm on the outside

She peered over his shoulder, noting the faint outline of the island in the distance. "Wait," Wildfire said, momentarily ignoring his jabs, "you live on an island? How does that work? Do you have to swim any time you want to get to shore?" She had about two dozen other questions, yet gently bit down on her tongue to stop the flow and let him catch up to her a little bit.

At first, it seemed such a crazy notion. How could a pack sustain itself on an island, of all places? But even as she waited his response, Wildfire had to admit that it was kind of genius too. They wouldn't even have to patrol, would they? The waters would take care of their borders for them. The whole thing sort of blew her young mind.