Wheeling Gull Isle ak zèl

by way of today's ministry, heda was closer to the howl. and she knew it at once.
a far-off eye might catch the bit of white streamlined against the greenhills as she descended, salt heather and worry. aquillius called out, and then she heard daniil's voice.
yes, two shapes with the familiar coloration of sapphique's family line stumbled along the landbridge, and daniil was there first.
mireille was speaking; the seaspun worshipper caught a great deal of it and blanched beneath her own fur. she went at once to her friend, alabaster arms twining against scarlet
"mireille, breathe. you're here, you made it. others will too," heda assured, pulling the other young woman into a hug that soon broke the red wolf's tension.
"come on. we'll gather. we can watch for them up here, and send up another call."
guiding now, into the welcoming sands of sweetharbor.