Wheeling Gull Isle kasheho

bartholomew's eyes were on hers own again, the two shades of gold meeting. and heda felt strength rush through her limbs. the greenhills. she nodded, feeling strangely protective over the boy. of course he should be taken to the highest place on the island.
she would help him stand, nudging him gently toward bartholomew. "no need for sorries. i'm going to hunt. i'll be back with something for him." she looked at their guest. "even if you don't want to eat. just something." heda paused for the boy who had washed up on their shoreline.
then with a glance to her mentor, the young wolf cast off into the tall grass.