Wheeling Gull Isle A ghost beneath the tower.

The warmth of Hua's coat merged well with the dampened sand and so Nukilik did not immediately find her when she arrived, spying only her dark-capped face, captivated by the shock of color that sparked in her eyes. Hearing their name called, the wayward wolf prances excitedly in place and moves to close the distance.

A sleek bowing in to submission, the grasp of the fish by the tail, and it is dropped at Hua's feet. Nukilik reaches to kiss the air beneath the Empress' chin as further fealty. The grizzle decorating their tail is a blur as it sweeps.

I bring a gift, with my apology. I did not mean to be gone so long! Pleading eyes, the twist of a frown. Their belly touched the sand and soon they were flattening upon it. My time came, I... I went to find a husband, but none would have me. I... Should have stayed.