Wheeling Gull Isle malivore

Nukilik smiles to the woman, taking a good long look at her. Yes, she looks so much like Ying—pale, but not quite as pale. Perhaps the island is home to an entire family of beautiful women, which would be fortunate for her.

I happened. She explains, her eyes tracing from the other woman's cheekbones to her own paws, the dirt, the muddy snow flecked among the sand. Hua and Ying found me. I am still a little sore. Which explained why she was resistant to moving any further; she sank in to herself and felt a sense of ease wash over her, but it would not last. There was work to be done - a debt to repay to these sisters.