Wheeling Gull Isle now i think it's high time you lie down and bleed

It had been a long while since she climbed onto the shores of the Isle.

The last time had been with Kjalarr, soon after the crew had been disbanded and she joined Saltwinter. It seemed like a long time ago.

She was a Beta now, someone of power in the crew, something she had never been before. As she stood on the shores of Ferahgo's old ship, she let that sink in. She went from a sniveling crony to someone in control. Maude licked her lips, seawater still dripping from her lips. She didn't bother shaking herself off, letting the heavy water drip from her pelt as she walked further inland.

A curious sound — singing? — made her head turn back. She wasn't the only one intending on crawling onto this Isle's shore. Ahoy! She called, curious as to why this wolf in particular was so interested in the ship...