Wheeling Gull Isle Jetsam

when heda's son called, she put down the fish she had been slicing into ragged filets and headed along the beachhead to find malakai. heda trusted god in all ways, but she was not remiss in her duties at their sea-locked borders.
rare, to have visitors who did not know the times when the landbridge was visible, and when it was not. the white wolf kissed malakai's cheek and helped to pull the driftwood further into the sand.
heda bent closer. she was not surprised to find a wolf, nor that he was injured; no. her surprise was instantaneous and momentary, a little shock rushing through her as she looked at the rangy body of the sea-gift and his quiet face, and found the man handsome.
a breath. she pressed a paw to his shoulder. "hello? you're safe now, can you hear me?"