Wheeling Gull Isle vaucha

heda followed. "let's call it it that, then," she decided with the satisfied air of the young when they have come to a decision. "that way if someone comes down, it's their choice."
she was discovering that the idea of more wolves on the island did not perturb her quite so much when she had bartholomew's soft attention.
when they had come out of the cavern, heda stretched and tossed her head, frisking about for a moment. he was right. the loveliness of the place was not lost on her. "will you tell me the story?" heda asked when she had returned to his side. "about the man and the lion's den?"