Gyrfalcon's Keep 5,000,000,000 years

Olive nodded, not entirely surprised at her cohort’s flighty exit. Not all wolves were as comfortable on their feet and away from home as the pale sylph was… and it seemed as if Kalika had quite a ways to go before reaching her exotic islands. “Until we meet again,” Olive bade the girl as she wove her way to where sea met land.  Olive turned back to the summit so loved so dearly and wondered how she could use this new information to crawl back into Ceannasach’s good graces. If only the news of the Nereides clan would make her appear useless and worthy of his confidence! Until she brought it up to him, Olive would not know is Arturo already knew of the wolves upon the islands — she was disgraced and was no longer privy to such confidential briefings. It hurt, but the stars always whispered that her isolation would not last long.