Wheeling Gull Isle the child is grown; the dream is gone

She had been relishing the stars when she heard the sobs. Gailiv had grown up in the thick of the jungle, there was no seeing the sky. Here, this night, they shone as bright as she had ever seen them. Even the other wolf had pools of moonlight draped over her shaking body.

"Are you OK?" Gailiv approached, wary and awkward but concerned. She'd been that tearful heap on the ground many times in her life, and she wanted to help.