Wheeling Gull Isle The Arch

One of the women here might be pregnant. She looked up at him, eyes thinning to slits. I need more wolves at the border. Her sister's potential pregnancy was at the forefront of her mind. Ying had spent the hours since their most recent conversation planning resource allotment and wolf assignments for the coming weeks.

She knew that where there was one mother, there could come many. Aiolos belonged to Ruo, as far as Ying knew; her cousin could be the next to fall heavy. She bristled at the thought, turning to the Ensign with a slight snarl. Keep the other women inside, too. When they burn, they do not leave the island.

You don't touch them either.