Wheeling Gull Isle lost and found

Her shoulders sagged some, as if forced down by the overbearing weight of the world. While her expression was still cold...stony, her voice was not. "I...don't know. Astaroth was the reason I even came here to begin with. But now that our time is over..." She affirmed, making it clear that she no longer had any romantic ties to him, and so she was free. Shifting, she turned to face Aiolos a little more directly. He knew not of her reasons for her aversion to the coast, or the full story behind it. As a wolf she had shared this island with for so long, he should at least be allowed some of the picture.

"I have a checkered past, Aiolos." She began firmly but honestly. "I grew up on a coastline very similar to this one. But some...familial issues led me to associate such places with negativity." She said, being careful not to directly mention her brother, who was at the root of it all. "I wasn't much happier where I was before coming to Yuelong. Astaroth made me want to be a better wolf, and I thought by following him here I could reconnect with my roots on a positive level." She looked down, brows pinching together. One could see the division on her face, boiling beneath the surface. "But now...it's harder. I'm lost. It is like I'm being torn in two..." 
Light and dark.