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Blue had come too late to hear the question called out, but she saw now that the yearling was no girl. Blue couldn't quite be sure what this wolf was — or even that they were wholly a wolf, with those odd ears, but she supposed it didn't matter. The youth was polite enough.

Nodding, she stepped closer. Blackfeather, She said softly. That's our family. The island is called Wheeling Gull. He's Cobalt - a gesture then to her companion - and I'm Blue.

Are you lost?

How had they ended up here?