Wheeling Gull Isle prayer to the sea

A new presence lurks on the island; unfamiliar shifting of shadows, the disruption of a foreign soul upon sands familiarized by a family Mhairi may never truly be part of. That was never their intention. The island suits the siren; the wolves that already inhabit it are none of their concern, beyond their continued tolerance of Mhairi's presence. The leader, the pretty wolf who'd led them here in spite of their continued silence, is the only wolf they feel any inclination to interact with — if only to ensure that they remain welcome. The ancient magicks the siren practices are best called upon in solitude. This in mind, Mhairi lurks at the outskirts, avoiding their packmates in favor of studying the shoreline. Soon they'll need to pick a place to begin their rituals, somewhere away from prying eyes.