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

Doe's eyes were comically wide. She hardly knew who this woman was, but she knew her, and knew that she was a shadow, and that shadows didn't talk. The world seemed to shudder for a moment, but the sensation soon passed, and Doe was standing once again between dark fur and light. Between two wolfdogs - beings, not shadow and light.

The meaning of her words took a little longer to settle in. An uncertain whine hummed past the bone. I'm not sure about this, she seemed to be saying, but there was little she could do in the face of their combined power. Doe did not remember a time when she'd held herself above the little wolfdog, and when she looked up at her long, black face, she could not even comprehend the possibility.

Doe's shoulders fell in uneasy but grateful submission.

Okay.