Wheeling Gull Isle unalaq

mothers. so she had been right. the idea of mothers, however, was not so painful. she had sequoia, after all, and many, many good memories of that beloved face. 
"maybe," she said, but her eyes frowned. she looked at the gangly boy very seriously. "bartholomew wants to keep us safe. you, me, jasmine." her mouth was somber. "don't go near her until he says so. not even if she cries."
the young wolf raised her head, fixing gaze toward the darkened place. "the lion's den is where you go to listen. now it's her turn."
heda did not elaborate.