Wheeling Gull Isle xvii. a girl with ache in her eyes and plucked skin

His mouth quirked into a smirk whilst drinking. When his head rose, he raised his brows.
"As you wish, Rhæ​," he replied, more than happy to do as she asked. Things were easier when he wasn't known beforehand as Cinders. The curse name his Mother bestowed on him. 

"Are you finding the Isle to your liking?" He hoped so. It was good here. He only hoped that food would never have to be a problem throughout the seasons. Though, if packs prior have thrived then he supposed that the food was aplenty.