Wheeling Gull Isle The tree branches scraping the roof like people whispering

A greeting was returned to her, but the words were void of her language. Still, the koi was practiced enough to recognise the tongue she assumed belonged to the mainland wolves; she let her little smile grow to communicate that she understood.

"You like these flowers?" Luli piped up in question, deciding that she rather liked this she-wolf's collected demeanor. Her seaglass gaze swept over the field, looked upon the wilting purple buds beneath the dim light of a setting sun. She did not know the name for them that the lonely fae might understand, so simply offered: "薰衣草?"