Wheeling Gull Isle salt sting

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She'd regained her strength enough to be able to travel around the island, though she felt eyes on her most of the time. Maegi knew she was a stranger here, and though they had made her feel welcome, she was aware of being the other. These wolves were bound to the sea, and the speechless mother was their friend.

But Maegi? Maegi was bound to no place, save the dark woods. And the closest she felt to home was in her dreams, when she padded through the trees. Then she woke, and they were ages away once more.

Today, she padded along the beach, looking for something to do. She'd nosed at various shells of creatures strewn upon the sand and found them mildly interesting for a few moments, then had moved on, dissatisfied. This was nothing like Blackfeather. She missed the Temple, the Web. Hell, she even missed Namira's Mire, for all its foulness.

There was just too much sun here for her liking.

The explosive sound of coughing sounded nearby, and she started, fur bristling as she looked wildly around for the source of the noise. Her gaze fell upon a wolf, pelt soaked with water, looking utterly wretched. Alarmed--as if she was in the wrong place at the wrong time--Maegi skirted toward the trees that lined the edge of the beach, her mismatched eyes glowing from the shadows as she waited to see who would find this newcomer first.