Wheeling Gull Isle you've still got a little lightning in you

Doe could not squeeze words past the white bone held between her teeth. If she could, she was not sure what she would've said to the other wolf. Perhaps she would've expressed her surprise at the Shadow's sudden ability to speak, but Doe could not say for certain that she'd lacked the ability when she'd known her; there was much that was hidden from her, now. That reality seemed eons behind her, in a time where life had different rules. Maybe her Shadow had been able to speak all along.

The woman rejoined with a murmur of wordless gratitude; a sound made low in her throat, to be felt rather than heard. For a moment, yellow eyes flashed up to meet blue, and Doe tried to convey her fear and uncertainty, her confusion over what events had led her here. They've been taken from me, she wanted to say, but again, she could not know who it was that had been taken.

Filled with a certain sense of shame, Doe lowered her eyes, head, and ears - and allowed the Gampr to lead her away. There was still a sense of wretched loss and anxiety lancing through her heart, but it was soothed by the presence of a familiar face, and muted by the safety of being in another's shadow once more.