Wheeling Gull Isle kiss me like that

But Komodo and 'Io were coming home.  It had taken longer than she had wished; between the grief and her strife with Komodo they had moved at a snail's pace.  They approached the island as the clouds broke overhead to reveal clear blue skies, and the raven wasted no time.  She threw her head back wildly into the sky and released several short, baying barks to announce her presence, @Komodo somewhere close behind.

Her nose to the ground seeks the scents of Driftwood and Rokig, but there are an alarming number of wolves she doesn't scent (recently) so she searches out her Aralez instead.  She came across her alongside the water's edge with her puppies and hailed at a distance — she was not sure if she was allowed close.