Wheeling Gull Isle i cannot put my finger on it now

Natshana, Maegi mouthed, and then nodded. Yes, I lived here for a while when I was younger, she confirmed. What was it—her bold stance against the icy waves? The way she cried out like a madwoman to the sea, and what was beyond? Maybe Natshana really was that intuitive.

You're not one of. . .Huā's, she said, doing a little assuming of her own, though slurring a little over the leader's name. It would take a while longer for her to get it—and the pack's moniker, too—down. How did you end up here?

She turned her head to observe the woman closer. Yes, cream and brown, and a pair of striking, hawkish eyes. Bright yellow. It felt as though they were boring right through her, and Maegi averted her gaze, glancing over the curve of those dark ears instead.