Blackwater Islands It all falls into the sea.

There were a lot of other new arrivals here who Bridget hadn't met. She didn't know the circumstances but she occasionally heard them. One in particular had been loud at times.

She didn't move well yet. Her missing leg hurt like hell and her other legs weren't strong enough yet to compensate. Bridget was too stubborn not to attempt it, though, and curiosity brought her lurching to the place where another wolf stayed.

They'd promised to go to Brecheliant for her, so maybe, in the meantime, she could offer some help. The air smelled stale and somewhat sick, just as she'd suspected. Healthy wolves didn't tend to cry out like that. She let out a low greeting, then waited to see if she'd get an acknowledgement before entering.