Wheeling Gull Isle Teach your children well. . .

for @Etienne but all welcome

Of course, they'd take time away, make sure the bear was fully gone. Lilitu understood. She was well unmoored at this point, and so the island felt as much of a staging area as anything else, a jumping off point to somewhere else.

Except, the worst had happened.

She sat near the tide pools, watching the eddies in the winter winds, and sighed. She sighed a lot, these days.

Still adjusting to her half-vision, and bearing guilt like a yoke upon her shoulders, she kept away from the Sapphique wolves. The island wolves were more understanding, but even then. . .

She wanted to go home, too, but she couldn't help but she owed more to Sapphique.

After, you know, she'd led this monster to their doorstep.

Again, she sighed, resting her chin on her forepaws. Watching the water ripple. Feeling her heart freeze over.