Wheeling Gull Isle trilipa

"what? what did you find, ensio?" heda came closer, face now truly pinched with worry. "i went there, last month. i called. they never came." but they had existed! they had been there. 
she nosed his shoulder, ears pinning back in concern as the gold of her eyes searched the ice-blue of his own. he smelled of nothing but wild places and wild things. how long had he been away from atautsikut? how long had he wandered?