Sea Lion Shores the sun is gone, but i have a light

she followed; mona stared with widening eyes as the seawolf revealed something truly fascinating. she had not seen sand used in such a way; she pictured clearly this island of which he spoke, or perhaps merely the shape of it. with any consideration, the mayfair was truly taken with his method of teaching. 
realizing a question had been put to her, the little cardinal shook up from her reverie. "a ways," she murmured, reaching a small red paw to gingerly pat the island that the feral creature had created. "and much further inland; that way," the girl added, gesturing toward the distant tuktu.
swampgreen gaze climbed again to the man's face. "are you far from your island?"