Wheeling Gull Isle lost and found

Of all the wolves who remained with Yuelong, Tzila was the least social. She had good reason to be, or so she believed. She had never been fond of coastlines to begin with. The man who had lured her here was gone. The reason she had come in the first place, to try and turn a new leaf. She dealt with what she believed to be his temporary absence, grounded by the presence of their son in her life. At least with Sotiris as her world, she could focus and have hope. But then, he too was gone.

New faces came and went, drifting in and out like the tides. She ignored them, too caught up in her downwards spiral. The darkness began to pull her back, while her grip on the coast began to loosen. These days she slept little, and only ate out of instinct and satisfied her other, most basic needs. She dreaded the upcoming season, bitterly reminded once again of why she hated it so.

The appearance of Aiolos went largely unnoticed by her as he strode near on the beach. It was clear she would not be the one approaching him. Sitting just at the edge of the waves, her back was turned while she stared out to sea. Cold, tired eyes drifted from the horizon back to the deep blue depths. She sighed, knowing it was hopeless. Yet, one last time, she threw her head back and howled. But even that was a sound with minimal effort, without hope.