Wheeling Gull Isle the wind is strong and the water deep

As careful as Simeon was to ensure his solitude, Ana had a quiet way of shadowing the island's other residents. Her experience with Judah had made her curious. There was a warmth there that she had only ever felt from her littermates, a sense of companionship that was otherwise denied to the darklings. She knew better than to approach Malakai or Dinah —

But Simeon was a mystery to her. So she trailed him at a distance, watching until he approached the turtle they called Psalm. Ana tilted her head. He was talking to it.

Curiosity stoked, she crept forward with a few questioning clicks.