Wheeling Gull Isle another roadblock in our way

Casting oneself in the sea had been on Maegi's mind a lot, lately. Perhaps that was why she found herself at the beach today, staring out over the waves. Only Titmouse was keeping her metaphorically and literally afloat, on terra firma. Everything else seemed a cruel illusion, like reality was just out of reach.

But that didn't mean she wished the same fate on anyone else. Well—that wasn't true. Her enemies could rot. But all the rest—

A wolf was coming, choosing to brave the waves rather than use the land bridge; Maegi wasn't even sure if it was above water or not. She watched the figure approach, the golden fur reminding her of that girl, Fen. Fear and hope overtook her both at once. While it would be nice to see the budding poison-master again, any Redhawk that came within a mile of this place was a threat.

She was mulling best and worst case scenarios when the wolf suddenly disappeared from view, not so far from the island's shore. Her stomach dropped as she realized whoever it was had ceased actively swimming, and was being carried in by the tide—but fast enough not to drown?

What are you doing, Maegi?! But by the time she'd asked herself that, she was already belly-deep in the icy water, stumbling along on her three good legs. She let loose a howl for help, then pressed doggedly on toward the sodden shape, aiming to grab its scruff and pull it to safety.