Wheeling Gull Isle mashallah

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he held his tongue, suddenly piqued and about to snap back that there were many cultures in the north apart from the man's own--but it wouldn't do to spit in the face of the one who had just welcomed him into his home. instead, rehan nodded, listening to the rest of what komodo had to say. he was about to depart when the man offered him yet another sentence of slurred tongue. all the coywolf caught was the word injured. . .but that was enough.

nahin, rehan responded, shaking his head. only in my soul. thank you, sahib. bahut shukriya. khuda hafiz. with a dip of his slim nose, he began to pad off toward where komodo had gestured, heading for the trees. he needed a drink of fresh water and a long slumber.

would the nightmares follow him to the island, too?