Wheeling Gull Isle A measure of memory

she was familiar.

in the sense that she was wolf but not. his gaze examined her carefully as he approached. noted how casual she seemed. was that reason for concern or a cause to relax?

she did not seem like she had been tossed ashore or sent their way in a frenzy.

blessed day, traveler, he greeted with warmth. regarding her as he would any.

what has sent you to sweetharbor?

a smile settled upon his narrow face.