Wheeling Gull Isle The air was heavy with salt

Gailiv gazed in awe at the elegant lady, forgetting herself for a moment before copying her bow of the head, hoping she was being respectful. She was so new to this, and couldn't have been more awkward if she tried, one of her legs giving way for a second from nerves. But she corrected herself, took a deep breath, and responded:
"I am Gailiv, I'm sorry if I have encroached. I have travelled far and wish to seek a home, a pack."