Wheeling Gull Isle ≡ Invitations

It was not in fact that she was standing on another's pack land, but instead she stood on its gravesite. She wondered what had taken place. What historical events had driven them from this place? Did their numbers dwindle into obsoletion? Were they simply not strong enough to withstand the fire?

Isarda had not been.

  "I'm sorry to have brought it up," She nods her head to him in understanding. She needs to hear nothing further.

  "You don't look so homeless? Perhaps you've taken refuge elsewhere?" He appeared to be in good health. There was nothing about him that led her to believe he was a drifter. Then again, he was here, out in the open making idle conversation with one. Certainly she had misjudged the situation.