Wheeling Gull Isle because I am not going your way

to her surprise, she does. eyes follow her retreat for a moment, wondering if she'd made the wrong decision on her demand. but there is no use in contemplating it further, for in a moment the woman is gone, evidently entirely unconcerned with the random, bleeding wolf in her territory. it suits the once-warlord just fine, and when her immediate surrounds still once more, she settles back down, falling motionless save the rise and fall of her sides.