Wheeling Gull Isle ink stains on the counter, out there

It was true the stranger did not hold the Undersea wolves' scent upon her fur, it was not something that had gone unnoticed by the Alphess. She gave a slight nod of her head, ocean eyes fixed on the pale wolfess before her. If she had come seeking shelter it would have been slightly different. Undersea had been created as a sanctuary for those who needed it, but in this case the stranger had only come because it interested her. Faeryn spoke up about this, glancing momentarily at the rolling blue waves in the distance before turning back to the stranger. "This a place for those who seek shelter, a sanctuary for the ones who may need it. That is its purpose." She stated with her brow raised. Perhaps it shouldn't come as a suprise that the wolfess took an interest in the island that was disconnected from the mainland - had she known about its existence beforehand she might have tried to explore it herself.

It, too, was true that she did lay claim to the island. But she was not the alphess permanently. When Stockholm was able to lead again, he would take over, and she would take her place at Beta once more. "Yes."