Wheeling Gull Isle a tall ship and a star to steer her by

As the rain beats down and the wind moves to and fro, Adeline struggles to hold on to a scent long enough to locate the young wolf. She’s sure she’s lost the trail entirely but she can’t have gone too far, especially after being pulled from the cold water while unconscious. The girl opens her mouth to make a sound to try and find her but she hears a strangled cry behind her. Her ears instantly move forward and she spins her head around to see her, feeling a wave of relief wash off her shoulders. Even if it is not Dawn, she is thankful to find her in one piece and conscious but she doesn’t know for how long. All she knows is she needs to get to her and keep her safe.

Adeline spins around all in the same moment and rushes to her, despite how much it hurts to move. The pull in her chest of cracked ribs reminds her to slow down but her legs move faster than her mind can make the decision and she steps up close, ignoring the boundaries of strangers, and puts her nose to work to search for any obvious wounds that need immediate treatment. There’s little she can do in their situation but she can at least assess what is going on and what she needs and, hopefully, find her some shelter.

Before she gets too far in her investigation, she pulls back at the sound of another pitiful cry. Another wolf (@Calypso) has come up between the two of them and the other group. “Wait here,” she instructs, giving her an encouraging nudge to keep in one spot so she does not loser her, and moves to close the distance between her and the other girl. She’s similar in size to the first and she reckons them to be close in age. They are big enough to survive the roughness of the storm but still young enough to need some guidance and Adeline puts her troubles aside to help gather the two girls together so they can find a place together.

“Here!” she shouts, hoping to draw her attention and draw her closer.