Wheeling Gull Isle luson

Praying, praying. Again with all that. How had she found herself in a nest of zealots, after seeing the worst of her mother's fanaticism?

Still, she gave the young woman a smile, and a nod at her name mentioned.

I'd like to try, Blueberry replied, beginning to edge down to the water. It was chilly—even more so, recently—and she felt it even before her paws reached the surf.

She looked over to the other wolf. And your name is. . .? She'd gotten some brief introductions, but all of them in passing, and she couldn't remember names for the life of her.

Not with her mind all wrapped up in finding Vesper, anyway.