Wheeling Gull Isle parted seas

"yes." she took the moment to look at his ear and jawline. he was not all wolf. he was also like that creature she had attacked in the tuktu.
guilt washed over the back of her head.
"and i can teach you."
bartholomew was tired. his energy drew a refractive yawn from heda. she nestled her nose against her lavender-scented ankles, ready to rise when he did, but in danger of napping if he did not move quickly.
the birds called. the sea lashed below. she could hear his breathing and the whistle of wind through trees. the summit felt very far away. mahler felt very far away. 
some part of her eased.