Gyrfalcon's Keep a million polaroids

He was intrigued when she confirmed that the island she wanted was one that he knew of. His thoughts drifted, though his ears remained cupped toward her, and he looked out at Wheeling Gull once more. Perhaps he would go and visit. He imagined Katmai would certainly want to.

"My grandfather gave up his name for his mate," he offered in consolation. "For a sea wolf, too. I'm sure you'll be able to sucker someone into it." He turned his head just enough to wink at her, but it was clear there were other things on his mind when he looked back at the island.

"She had relatives there," he told her. "Out on that island. It's a good place for wolves. Peaceful. That's what I've been told, anyway."