Wheeling Gull Isle his foolish decrees, his words so contrived

The boy didn't know. She followed Theo's lead and nibbled at it, and was chewing at her small morsel when the ruddy wolf approached—

"Is this a meeting for one-eyed wolves?"

She didn't notice his cloudy orb until he grew closer, and smirked, ducking her head. I guess it is, she remarked, but then moved closer to Theo in reassurance. The Sapphique wolves would stick together—even if she didn't feel as such.

I'm Lilitu, she greeted, of Sapphique. This is Theo, and. . . Her voice faltered as she realized the introductions ended here. Uh, do you know each other?

She gave a reassuring bump of her shoulder to Theo. She wouldn't let him flounder here.