Wheeling Gull Isle a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied

They are all tired, she can tell. All the wolves that were there when she arrived and those that came after. She looks over her shoulder to see King situated near the rear but she doesn’t have much time to acknowledge his presence as soon as Anatha speaks up. Her ears fall back on her head and she looks to the girl with concern knitting her brows closer together. “What?” she asks, suddenly, followed by a very abrupt, “no!” followed by a few more, softer, nos. “It’ll be okay, I promise,” she says thickly, leaning in to give her an encouraging nudge of her cheek. “We’ll keep you safe, okay?” Cascada takes a few breaths as the familiar words slip past her lips instead of her ears. She points toward King a moment later and then with a roll of her nose, beckons him closer.