Wheeling Gull Isle hike up your skirt a little more

Some days were bad. Some days, the little shewolf could not even bring herself to leave the safety of her hideaway, where none had yet dared to trespass. (Small and weak she might be, but what mass she had was guarded with flashing teeth.) Some days she considered that she might never get off this island, might never escape the iron grip of the sea. Some days were bad, and the little shewolf felt very much like giving up.

And... some days were worse. Some days - like this one - found Doe without any memories at all. She became a blank slate with nothing but a name and an awful sense of mounting doom with which to stagger on. And these days were better, in some ways, because the despair that was always so close at hand seemed not as strong without the strange, confusing memories that went with it. They were better, and then they were infinitely worse. For, when she eventually came back to herself  (or, at least, to what she assumed must be herself), it was like being gutted. Like losing them all over again. Countless days, days just like this one, found Doe standing at the water's edge, screaming until her throat was raw - Where are my children? You have taken them from me! - and not a thing could be done to stop it.

But that would not be for many hours to come, and at present, Doe was as pleasant as she ever was when she caught sight of the strange man on Stockholm's island. (Who is Stockholm? whispered an anxious voice in the red woman's head, but Doe ignored it. It never had anything useful to say. Besides, who was to say that this male was not Stockholm? Doe could not put a face to the name any more than she could put a name to this man's face. Didn't that make a certain amount of sense?)

She digressed, shaking such thoughts from her head as a horse shakes bothersome flies from its eyes. Stockholm didn't look too unfriendly, and Doe was feeling rather inexplicably friendly herself. She crept doggedly toward the stranger, head hung low and tail whisking anxiously at her heels.