Wheeling Gull Isle lost and found

She was slipping, this much was obvious by the next set of words that passed her muzzle  and the tired sigh of defeat which came with it. The leader at her side did the same, unable to pull the woman slipping into the darkness if she was unable to help herself. She could let her sorrows overcome her or she could overcome them. It would be left to the Gods, he figured and if not, surely the Gods would leave her to decide her own fate.

Then she lifted, so suddenly that Aiolos to came scrambling to his feet and backpedaling over the sands as she faced him head on. Her icy eyes now held a matching hard and cold stare. His body tensed to her claim, hackles prickling as he fought the need for a defensive position, despite how much he wanted to sooth her pain. He could not.

He would be left to wonder now just how bad of a wolf she had been, how cruel she could be... Was she like the blood thirsty Saints? A child murderer, a rapist?

His ears fell down and he turned his fiery eyes away from her. I guess your right... He then murmured, I dont know you. I'm sorry. He hadn't anything left to offer her.