Wheeling Gull Isle so get on your feet when you hear that sound

the crunch of sand here wasn't quite the same as it had been in the canyon. but it was more than enough to draw their attention; renard didn't pause, but they swiveled their head to follow it, expressionless but for the feline curl of their lips as they looked over the mottled black and grey of her fur.

wasn't familiar. not that that knowledge meant anything. praimfaya wouldn't have come here if they didn't have something that'd help against the saints, and it wasn't fighting prowess. didn't seem like they were spies, either. they guessed it was numbers, that there would be plenty of wolves here they hadn't seen.

but then, maybe they were just the only ones praimfaya could trust to trust her.

and it wasn't out of the question this wolf – the one now staring intently at their tail – was one of the many yuèlóng wolves who'd run into donovan. it seemed like that was a feature that belonged only to saints. that they could've passed for his sibling had they wanted – it warranted a little caution.

just enough that they kept their eyes trained on her, ears forward. their back to the shore, the water lapping against their hind legs.

"got a question?" renard asked, grin pulling up at the corners.