Wheeling Gull Isle azgeda

heda privately thought killdeer was very handsome himself, though never once would she have said such a thing. 
the forwardness of her brother-in-law? brother? sent her cheeks to tea-rose pink and her lashes across the golden eyes. "i am made in god's image," heda mumbled.
when had she become so shy?
recovering herself, the sweetharbor wolf cleared her throat and invited killdeer to her side. "have you been to the tidepools yet?" she asked, switching their subject even as she stole another glance at him.