Wheeling Gull Isle you oughta know

heda was forming a plan. it had come to her in a night spent alone. she did not intend to leave. she knew the lay of the island and what it offered; she knew the birds and the prey and the plants. and when the snow came, she could go underground, to the lions den.
blueberry's voice came as a relief all the same. heda came trotting quickly, windblown and frazzled and desperate.
and overjoyed. 
if the pale wolf allowed, she would embrace the other woman fiercely. "it's good to see you."