Wheeling Gull Isle he worries: did he hear a goodbye? or even a hello?

Maegi gave the sleeping pups a soft, contemplative look. Not much choice in the matter, she said wryly, though her voice remained kind and genuine. Without this pack to provide for them. . . She trailed off, shaking her head. 

She knew what would happen. She'd seen it. And even with a pack—

'NANSI! NO!

The remembered cry rattled her, and she shivered, though the day was warm. I think I'll join them. They look very comfortable, she said, eyelids drooping slightly. The meal had settled in her stomach, lulling her into a stupor that was much more inviting than thinking of things that were and that might be. Thank you for the fish, Aiolos. And for the information. Keep me. . .

This time, she tried and failed to stifle a yawn, and blinked at him in apology. They really wear you out. Keep me posted.

She'd be probably be asleep as soon as he disappeared into the trees.