Wheeling Gull Isle When everyone you thought you knew deserts your fight

Heda is still welcome at any point!

Now that he was basically in the middle of it, he realized the water was the source of the salty-rotten smell. Gross. And there was so much of it, and it was loud. He was focused on that when the voice cut through his thoughts, sounding entirely too cheerful.
Like all pack wolves, the man led by introducing his pack before himself. At least this one was straightforward, as with Moonglow. If Ophelia was anywhere, Tybault hoped it was a place with a name like Sweetharbor.
Hello. I'm Tybault Medeiros, He began his usual spiel, reminding himself to look deferential. I'm looking for my sister. She has gold fur and eyes, probably seems confused. She might be injured or sick. Have you seen her, or maybe heard anything? And there went the little voice in the back of his mind, chiming in to remind him how unlikely it was. No one had seen her. No one had heard of her.