Wheeling Gull Isle healing

“He was crazy,” the newly-named Strand agreed. “And I don’t want any crazy wolves on my island. But you…” She looked Padma over, grinning. “You seem nice.” Butter her up first, compliment her. Then maybe she’ll stay when you ask her.

Strand watched as Padma scratched an itch behind her ear. It made the wound in her shoulder itch and she was annoyed that she couldn’t reach it. But… well, she knew if she started scratching at it that it would just make it worse, so maybe it was good that she couldn’t reach it. At least the fact that it was itchy meant that it was healing.

“So, uhh…” She hesitated, too afraid to come straight out and ask the girl. “You got anyone waiting on you somewhere? A family or anything?” She held her breath, waiting for Padma’s answer. She was afraid the girl would tell her she had to be off soon, and then Strand would be left all alone on her island again. She would never admit it, but she was lonely out here.