Wheeling Gull Isle stranded

It was almost humorous that the same circumstances had brought the two wolves together. They had both been washed ashore with no memory of what had brought them there. They had taken two very different approaches to the happening, though. While the girl was fearful that he was there to take what she believed belonged to her, Smokestep knew that nothing would ever be his again. He belonged to the beast of the water – his soul had been claimed and there was nothing that he could do to restore it.
 
The charging figure should have given him pause, but he looked up quickly at her – ears standing tall atop his ivory crown – and his mismatched eyes were quick to latch onto her own gaze. He could not read the anger that fueled her. “I see her,” he rasped to the decaying image of his sister. Sandpiper seemed to bristle before she sputtered sea water onto the ground. Smokestep chuckled quietly.