Gyrfalcon's Keep a million polaroids

So he was searching for they boy again. At least he seemed to have a good idea of where he was this time.

She seemed to ignore the swooping bird entirely, much too used to their presence at this point in her life. It was a side effect of living on the coastlines for as long as she had.

Well, I'm scouting for a territory, believe it or not. She responded, looking back out to her island perched in the ocean. I've decided that I'm tired of being a follower. I'd much rather live in my own culture with wolves looking to me for instruction. And was that so much to ask for?

I want somewhere that I can see that island out there. I'll move there eventually, but I'd like to gather enough wolves for it to be worth it first.