Wheeling Gull Isle the map that leads to anyone

Initially, the stranger turned away. Xiaoqing was confused, not used to being what felt like ignored. But the moment was a fleeting one as the dark one turned back to face him and spoke—

—who was he?

The question took him by surprise, which showed on his face clearly. That surprise slowly faded as an idea formed, however—if this wolf didn’t know who he was, then that meant he could slip away just as easily as he stumbled upon the stranger. With a mix of mischief and relief in his gaze, the little sailor fled.