Wheeling Gull Isle ≡ Invitations

He allowed her to eat, turning his head away in an attempting to avoid an awkward moment. He easily gaze out at the sea, as its waves rolled, going on till it met with the sky.

When she spoke, he brought his head back around, facing her. “Of course. It’s a pleasure.” His voice kind as always, “There are few who live here now. This island had been home to a now disbanded pack. We relocated, but some chose to stay. I came in search of them.”

He gently shook his head, “Do not worry about this. You are safe. When my quest is finished, I will return to my home beyond the mountains.”

He didn’t go in further detail. None was needed, no explanation, for what has happened had happened and is almost a year behind them.

“What about you, Miss. Do you plan to travel, to stay here? This land is full of wolves. It is called the Teekon Wilds.”