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His brows jumped, but he said, "I believe it." Wolves got to be a certain age and all. It'd hit Katmai a little earlier, it seemed — and had passed him by entirely.

Kindle squinted out at the island she spoke of, but couldn't say for certain which one it was. He'd never been to Wheeling Gull, only heard stories — but he asked her now: "Wheeling Gull Isle?"

Maybe it was called something different, now. Kindle wasn't overly concerned. It'd be nice, he thought, if he could go home and tell his mother who lived there, now.

"What's your culture like?" he asked her, settling on his haunches nearby. He felt able to address her familiarly, sure, but they knew little about one another.