Wheeling Gull Isle when i was a child, i caught a fleeting glimpse

this is short my bad

A howl, and she was on her way to the source. At the edges of the island stood two wolves painted in shades of grey and ivory, both with notable scarring- the male, missing an eye, the female, whose mouth stretched upward onto her face in a permanent grin. The man briefly reminded her of Mal, with his dark face mask and warm gaze, but she shooed that thought away. The empress hid any judgement behind her polite exterior, standing still and offering them both the distant smile of a hotel receptionist. Welcome to Yuèlóng, She introduced the place, What do you seek?