Wheeling Gull Isle our professional relationship doesn't exist on this island

Orochi's first impression could have been better. She fell silent and listened to pinpoint his location. A low growl bubbled in her chest, popped in her throat, as she made haste to see his lounging body. Ying spoke through body language — watch your tone. — as she looked at him, sea-glass eyes examining the stump he'd been grooming.

A wolf without their fourth leg was defenseless, right? Ying wondered why he felt so comfortable speaking with such conviction when unable to bear the consequences. The guardian did not move to attack but kept her teeth bared, wondering how he might respond.