Wheeling Gull Isle can't touch it with your two hands, can't find it with your third eye

Many thoughts had been swirling in her mind - pressing, slightly irritating thoughts. They needed a leader soon, she knew, and would willingly offer to step up to that title and do all she could for the group of wolves that had banded together, but it seemed she wasn't the only one thinking that way. Fair enough - they did not know much of her, and she did not know much of them. Perhaps they did not trust certain wolves enough to allow them to lead. That was understandable. Either way, she would still offer her services and work hard to keep things going. After all, she had made up her mind - she was going to stay. See where this wild ride led her, what things she would discover and do, and which wolves she might form friendships with. She had nothing else to do, anyway. Her pack had disbanded - it was no more, so she had no home to return to. Might as well make use of what was here, and help however she could.

The summon broke her from her silent pondering, and honestly she was glad to be able to interact with others rather than wallowing in her own mind. It did not take long to arrive onto the scene - luckily she had been rather close, though not close enough to have heard their shared words. Approaching the three wolves already gathered, Faeryn gave a nod of her head as a greeting along with a smile. She padded closer, sensing that this was going to be an important discussion. Deciding to wait for whoever else might be arriving, Fae remained silent and instead glanced around to see where those others might be. Perhaps this is about leadership. She hoped it was. This was a matter that needed to be sorted, else she felt as though everthing would crumble and they'd fail at bringing the wolves together as a pack.