Ocean's Breath Plateau the space between lives

The image in his mind's eye was more or less correct.  It had been an unforgiving waste, and the wolves upon it had been more or less the same, although that hadn't always been the case.  Shearwater was what it needed to be at any given time, and its culture was dictated by the wolves who lived upon it.  The only thing Izel had ever demanded was cooperation during pack hunts, and a universal respect for their queen.  There had been little issue in that department.
Not many have.  She doubted any from here, though she didn't know just how far away it was.  And you?  Or, if that was too personal, Who are you?  Who do you want to be?