Wheeling Gull Isle Oh my friends, my friends forgive me….

"ana?"
her voice was muddled, strangled; heda listened but did not believe. how could children bloody a grown man like this? "ava?" oh, she could not help herself! saying their names in soft, shocked tone; eyes gone wide with a growing
anger.
a breath, touching the roof of her mouth. she stared at john, wondering what caracal would do — "i need you to stay near the lion's den for a while," she said, feeling somewhat defeated. "we need to figure all this out."
and if a child was hurt, then —
"come on, malakai," and she turned, trotting in the direction everett had gone.