Wheeling Gull Isle a new home

Andromaque let the smile that had spread across her maw grow, there was no reason not to. "Ramesses," she said, remembering the wolf's name. She did not add on 'the Great' because she was not sure if that was what everyone else called him. It was an interesting title. If she had a title, she was the unburnt, the only survivor from her old pack.

"I would love nothing more," she said, committing the name to her memory. Finally, she would again have a purpose. Andromaque swished her tail behind her.