Wheeling Gull Isle Washed up

Faeryn nodded when he spoke, stating that he would try. "Don't worry, I landed here in much the same way, except I don't remember if I was on a cliff or not." She shrugged, but was glad they had something in common at least. It seemed the storm had washed up many along the shores of the island. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Dakarai, even if it was not in the greatest way..." She gave a small smile, pleased that he seemed of no threat. "My name is Faeryn." She introduced herself, but did not get to say more. The woman heard a sound and apparently so did her new acquaintance. Silver ears turned, followed by her head, in the direction of the sound.

It seemed that Dakarai knew this stranger. Who was she? Another possible ally, or...?