Wheeling Gull Isle You Dream About Going Up There, But That is a Big Mistake

"Really, it's okay," Maegi assured him as he cowered further, a small giggle bubbling in her throat. Yet she could empathize. She remembered how nervous the horses had made her, when Reed had first taken her to the herd. Their hooves were nearly as big as her head, their teeth flat but large, grinding away at the grass. But they were more skittish than anything; the wolves were the apex predators, on this island. They had nothing to fear unless they brought it upon themselves.

"You're Driftwood, right?" she asked, trying to distract the man from his quivering. "I'm Maegi. Dunno if we've actually met, yet." She cast her gaze over a few of the creatures before returning it to Driftwood, eyes narrowed in confusion. "If you're so scared, why did you come here?" she queried matter-of-factly, brows raised. "We can walk away, if you want." The horses wouldn't care. They'd probably welcome the chance to be left alone.