Wheeling Gull Isle another roadblock in our way

She wanted to say more, though her teeth chattered so badly that she couldn't manage words. And then a warm tongue was pressed to her face. It surprised her a bit, though Meerkat gratefully leaned into the gesture. It helped chase away the chill. The shivering continued, though she regained control of her lips and tongue even as the she-wolf remarked about the storm, then asked what had brought her here.

"I'm l-looking for someone," she told them, "a black-k wolf with yellow e-eyes. Atlas." Letting out a whoosh of breath, she pressed closer to the male's warmth and made a query of her own, adding, "What are y-your names? I'm Meer—Meerkat."