Wheeling Gull Isle the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking

She does not notice him until he sidles up next to her. She tenses, slowly turning her head to see who has come. Several seconds pass as her brows burrow between her eyes, trying to understand how or why he’s standing so close to her. Fire boils in her chest but she can’t do much about it and she eventually caves, feeling her legs slacken in order to lean into him. His scent is not the same, covered by salt and brine and water, but it is comfort enough to keep her standing a little while longer. The wind blows to and fro, shaking the world around her and she trembles, shaking her head a little as she now fights the storm with her companion.

When Grayday turns from her, she twists her head to see what has grabbed his attention. The instructions fall on deaf ears, finding it easy to ignore him as she swims in some form of semi-consciousness. Her stomach tightens to realize it is a young wolf and the only one that comes to mind to fill in the gaps is Dawn and she sucks in a breath, opening her mouth to bellow out a cry for the girl. She stumbles around to face the way the brute has gone (and returning from the water) as she rushes up to check on the two of them to make sure they are in one piece and temporarily ignores the pain her body is trying to alert her to.