Wheeling Gull Isle malivore

her arrival here had come without much fanfare; one moment, the healer had not been here, and then she had been. she knew by the scents here that these wolves were family. some, she recognized better than others, but almost all the scents here were familiar. it is enough, and so she'd claimed a place at the base of a coastal conifer and made it her easy home. 

in her rovings of the strand, she finds herself no longer in solitude. the woman comes to a stop as she watches the stranger move along her trajectory, tracing the limp, the odd hitch of her sides. " sister -- are you alright? " comes her soft query, auds fanning forward.