Wheeling Gull Isle his foolish decrees, his words so contrived

Lilitu was also circling the island for various reasons. Going the direction in which her one eye was still trained toward the sea; if she couldn't see the land, no matter. At least she knew she wasn't stumbling headlong into the waves.

A wolf ahead, then another. One vaguely familiar, or so she thought. The colors of Sapphique wolves, of Chacal. . .

"Hey, you're by Sapphique land. Is there a reason for that?"

The boy's voice carried over the wind, and Lilitu's ears folded backward slightly, though she remained at a distance.

Except, well, they weren't so close to Sapphique land, exactly. . .unless the bear had well and truly ravaged the cliffs, and they had been given no choice but to relocate.

But she would stay back until conflict arose; she noticed the other boy had one eye, and felt an immediate kinship. Her heart hurt for him, and for herself, and for everyone affected by this monstrous tragedy.

skip until she's noticed/altercation/etc!