Totoka River Turn, Fortune, turn thy wheel, and lower the proud;

A summons, a spell. A call which roused the young wolf from his detachment from the mainland and he found himself wading into the shallows of the land bridge. 

He followed, followed still. From the sea and along the winding trail of the river. Now the strength of her scent picking up on the salty breeze. What was this scent on her? What made it so strong and intoxicating? Malakai, still very young, found himself trailing into a situation he knew nothing of.