Wheeling Gull Isle a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied

this sucks im sorry

Despite not having actually witnessed the terrible storm that had washed over the isle, Maera felt like she was experiencing the caos firsthand in her own mind. Like the wild winds of the hurricane, endless questions and fragmented thoughts flew around the Sveijarn's head and rattled her skull.
She was not with Axolotl when the call of an unknown voice summoned her and everyone else.

Maera's nose twitched as she weighted the only two options in hand. Respond to the stranger's call, or stay a ghost like she had so far been since arriving upon the island. Finally, with her mind set, Maera began to make her way towards the place the voice had risen. 

She was not the first to arrive, and though this both comforted her in a way, she felt a twinge in her stomach as she also realized Axolotl wasn't among the present. She approached slowly, her hanging low but her tail up, not as to assert dominance but rather reflect the curiosity and inevitable wariness of the flame. After her months of lonesome travel after leaving the Solstice Maera had almost forgotten what it was like to have other wolves around.

She noted the large male, probably the one who called and regarded him with a nod, then, a dark coated male that suddenly reminded her of Terrance not only because of the charcoal of his body but because he smelled like him. Strange. 
Then, another wolf came into the scene, her white coat being a complete contratast to the Terrance-look-alike. 
Without saying anything, Maera sat in the sidelines.
Although she did feel like a ghost, she knew her bright red coat would make it hard for her to go by unnoticed if more wolves began to show.