Wheeling Gull Isle fayaslais

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the last days it had just been he and she. heda expected no one to answer her, not even bartholomew. they were alone on this island and it provided her with a deepening sense of safety.
spotting a figure down below tore that away from heda. she stood unmoving as it became the great figure of a wolf and she approached.
shadowed legs on shadowed paws. the silhouette grew and lengthened and morphed into someone who sparked an insistent sense of familiarity inside her heart.
her hackles rose. she refused to back away from the stranger.
heda stared at him, her golden eyes raking the stamp that life had left on her brother. he seemed fathomless. beyond her. 
"worripa?" her voice was timid. she felt like she was falling.