Wheeling Gull Isle maybe i should start at the end

Hours and hours of waiting for the girl to awaken had eventually tired the siren, so Huā began to take trips out. Not carelessly- for she would return, checking in every so often to find the girl in the same spot. Now returning, a little fish in her mouth for when the girl awakened. But how convenient the timing- for upon her approach, she could see the figure begin to stir. Lashes fluttering, figure shifting. Huā eagerly increases her pace, slipping under the cover of shadow cast by the cave. 

She empties her mouth of the little fish as she arrives next to the castaway- a gift of nourishment if the girl had appetite. Huā considers the unfamiliarity of the wolf and decides she could not be a Jiang- not with those amber eyes. So she would not understand Huā's native tongue. Can you hear me, girl? She tests quietly, wondering if the stranger's ears could still be full of seawater.