Wheeling Gull Isle the lonely sea and the sky

The other wolves on the island are somewhere in the back of her mind and she doesn’t allow herself to worry about them. They are capable of taking care of themselves, from what she’s gathered, and those already on the island are lost for the time being. She has two young girls to watch over, to take care of, and she wonders briefly why she’s taken on the responsibility. It would have been easy to shuffle them off to the other wolves so she didn’t have to worry about them but she thinks back to Dawn and Sunny and the little family they had with Grayday. Her throat closes up and she heaves back a sob, struggling to keep her mind clear on her motive.

Boof.

The girl freezes in her path, slowly turning until she sees the wispy, dark wolf she’s seen here and there since their stretch in the sunspire. She blinks a few times, slowly allowing one breath in, one breath out, but she doesn’t make any noise, any movement.

All thoughts of her former family are set aside and she stands there as if she’d run across a feral cat on the downtown streets. If she moves too fast, if she says anything, does anything, surely the little wolf will run off. Carefully, she lowers her head and waves her tail behind her, flashing a little smile. The need to take care of her, in the same way she has the girls back at the cave, takes over and she doesn’t move until she’s given clear indication that it is all right. The rain barrier between them doesn’t give her much view of the wounds the other has inquired but she remembers what she saw at the lake several days ago. The distance makes it impossible to assess and as much as she wants to move forward and check everything over, she keeps her feet firmly planted on the ground.