Wheeling Gull Isle luson

A dark woman she was not. But she came across the other pale-furred girl anyway, and lingered a little at the periphery, admiring the blood-red stripe along her top line.

She'd never seen anything like it.

After a few moments, Blueberry moved forward, giving a brief chuff in greeting before settling nearby, watching the young woman at her work.

Are they hard to catch? she asked. If there wasn't a pile of shells already, she'd seen wolves at this before, whether snaring fish or other sea creatures.

She needed to practice, herself, if she was to stay here.