Wheeling Gull Isle takpiksuk

vesper was growing more and more frustrated with this unwanted, unholy possession of their body. it was a dangerous state to be in without the protection of a healthy pack, but they did not think of themself as a damsel in distress. as it became clearer that the snow-colored stranger had no immediate intentions to harm anyone, vesper sank down on their haunches and sulked, awaiting an opportunity to break into caracal's speech.

no, vesper finally told him, a bit harshly. they were family, but hadn't known each other that well even years ago. even as a guest, vesper had limits to their acceptance of commands. go to your woman. she must be anxious for your return. this, vesper offered more gently. the darkling had no intention of appearing to the mated she-wolf before caracal could explain the situation and that vesper would be no threat to her standing.

i'll stay and tear out his throat if he tries anything, the bat-eared wolf looked at the stranger pointedly, tense, though vesper kept the growl from their words. if he doesn't, then we will both leave this place in the morning when the tide lowers. if vesper had brought danger to caracal's door, they would be the one to protect against it.

they nudged the dead thing closer to their cousin and repeated stubbornly, go.