Wheeling Gull Isle healing prayers

"my brother."
the words were a pathetic squeak that inched out between her clenched teeth. heda shut her eyes hard but could not hide the way her shoulders shook.
"i haven't seen him since we were kids." she sniffled, still keeping her eyes fixed doggedly on the sea. "our m-mom disappeared when we were not even off milk yet. so our pack raised us. i got sisters because of it, witch and druid. and a mom, sequoia."
"she never came back. i can hardly remember her face or her voice. and then wor — worripa left. just disappeared. everyone disappears, bartholomew."
heda was a thousand miles away. she visualized a wolf far below them, in the middle of the ocean, paddling toward the sun on the horizon before they sank.
"the man who raised me abandoned that pack. my mom and sisters are gone somewhere else. everyone i even liked in my current pack is gone or leaving or too busy. and —" now her voice truly was breaking and cracking and shattering and she couldn't get out the rest, only hung her head and allowed great horrible choking sobs to fill the air.