Wheeling Gull Isle The air was heavy with salt

Gailiv could smell the water. She could smell the water that was lapping at the rocks. Not used to the sea, she enjoyed what she saw - the bright sea glistening.

Born by the river, in Belizean jungle surrounding Lamenai, this was so foreign to her. So was the scent of wolves who called this area home. Gailiv stood at the edge of the territory, hoping she would not be alone for long. Hoping they'd accept her: the tiny Mexican wolf who had left her world behind.

Yes, she hoped. She hoped.