Wheeling Gull Isle I think it burns my sense of truth

He could definitely agree: it did feel good to be a part of something important. He nodded, stopping to inspect a grouping of large rocks. Deciding that they were sufficiently marked, he continued their patrol. 

Initially, Daeg tensed at the other man's question. His past was painful and not something he openly discussed. But, he didn't blame Connor for being curious about the wolves he would be sharing the island with. Relaxing a little, he nodded. Yes, Rhælla and I...come from the same area. It was the most he would say about his homeland for now; it would only darken his mood. I have loved Rhælla for a long time, he continued. He fell silent again, shadows moving across his face as memories from his past forced themselves into the front of his mind once more. His gaze settled on the ocean, and he stared at the waves for a long time as if he could find some peace there.