Blackwater Islands he died with that dream still alive in his head

As the weeks passed, Bridget mainly focused on rebuilding her stamina. She could move more easily now, though the swim to the mainland still seemed risky. She'd taken a few shorter ones... but never gone far. It bothered her and, training or not, one of these days she was going to at least try it.

She hadn't met the wolf yet who she'd promised to help train. Most of that was likely her fault - she hadn't asked. Was she even back yet? Had she met with Brecheliant? Was Teya even still there?

Fuck. Bridget stared at the plants she'd shredded a little too well. They might still be useful for something, but she'd have to start over. She looked over and spotted Ingram in the distance instead. Maybe a distraction would be better. Hey! She began to approach as she called out, smiling in an openly friendly way. None of the wolves here seemed to radiate that kind of energy but Bridget had never really bothered before to make sure it was returned. No point starting now.