Wheeling Gull Isle you were a comet... and i lost it...

strangely, heda felt put-off by caracal's swearing and and what she felt was aggression, her earlier feeling tempered by how submissive and sad the young boy seemed to be. this was an unfair feeling, for had she not called him in anger and fear herself?
and so the sweetharbor wolf straightened, and looked with new eyes at the boy, newly at odds with her mate and struggling. the stranger was only a child, and though heda had no great age of her own, motherhood made her see him as such.
in the end, she chose not to argue it on the beach there, but watched the stranger for a moment before speaking. "i want to speak with you. go to the mainland and i'll call for you."
but for now, he must go again, and her golden eyes said as much, albeit with a wondering light and a great reduction in her earlier angst.