Wheeling Gull Isle what would hope be without disappointment

No, she laughed, Not Queen. There were implications behind her new title, and she knew this, but anyone who knew anything about Ying would have seen the poor fit. I lead the jūnshí, like our fighters. She lifted her brow and looked him over, wondering if he might volunteer himself for their training.

Aiming to further comfort the boy, Ying settled onto her belly and stretched her tired limbs. How you like the island? she asked. The change between territories for any inland wolf would have been drastic, she assumed.