Wheeling Gull Isle they are one person

There was nothing about her that set off any alarms. Phox had never met her before that he could recall, and meeting newcomers was nothing out of the ordinary. She knew his name already, but she did not give her own. This might have bothered him, but Phox found himself caring about less and less these days. His only obsession was finding Niamh and the children.

He nodded when she said his name, then listened to her question. Phox dropped the bird at his feet, letting it lay there while they spoke.

I am okay, he said, knowing it was a lie. Until he found his mate and children, things would never be okay.