Wheeling Gull Isle a warrior

Huā lay somewhere among the soft, short grass that formed the transition from shore to forest. The rain wet her pelt in a way that was not unenjoyable; she was born to have the water in her fur and so it was like being kissed by the ocean all over. Kicks to her stomach came often, she could scarcely walk the same. And yet she knew. Ying was gone. It did not matter whether she was the shell of a wolf, whether her memories had been washed away. Huā would've taught her everything again. Taught her what a fearsome fireball she was, taught her the dynamic between them- the gentle siren and fiery mercenary, constantly at war, and yet a love between them unbreakable by any arguement. And yet it had been broken- broken by this foolish accident. Ying had always seen it as her job to protect them, and yet she had gone and done such foolish things, getting herself hurt in a way that went beyond repair. And no longer did she love Huā, or anyone for that matter. A pregnant woman- who had wandered far, and now would wander further, and have no stories of a home to tell the children. No stories of their father, Ying's first childhood love despite his more recent disappearance. It hurt the empress to think about an empty soul without identity. And leaving now! When Huā needed her most by her side! Another kick came, and she winced just slightly, calling out to the grey man nearby- A-Atausiq! A deep breath to steady herself, I don't know what I do without her here.