Wheeling Gull Isle the songcord

the land grew silent.
heda exhaled. she watched the ocean stretch out below her. so many had gone. she was happy to have provided succor to the sapphique wolves.
but mireille's absence had left a vacuum, and heda had been unprepared for the loneliness she felt. the salt-draped girl was happy then for caracal's call, and moved down the greenhills to meet him. "it's just us," she said softly, brushing her shoulder against his own.