Wheeling Gull Isle naval

A pale woman crests the other side of the Greenhills. She is a wraith at the shadow's side. None answer. Neither speak words, yet their body language speaks of challenge. At least, Malakai felt it so. 

Malakai's own body holds the same - the same high and mighty confidence which it always held, if not bolstered over time. The boy had suffered a great deal in so little time in life and was left with the hardened wolf he was now... or, perhaps in truth, just a boy struggling to survive his own. 

This is a house of God. His words clip, filled with that same righteousness. The sanctum that is Sweetharbor. His sun and moon eyes sweeping between them. Only those who seek to walk in his good light may stay.