Wheeling Gull Isle A measure of memory

The man was warm and welcoming, and it made Thresher pleased to see that kindness and compassion were still valued by the wolves who lived on the island. She sensed he was humble, meek- he had a religion, one which he offered, but did not seem to force upon his packmates. She found this amenable to her tastes, and contemplated the name for a moment. "Sweetharbour. I like this for home." She gave him an appreciative, winsome smile. It was good to be welcomed back to the island, by those she felt she could happily dwell with. 

"I am happy to share," Thresher volunteered, as she made to follow him, wondering if he intended to walk her along the beach or take her further inland. She gazed up at the trees and smiled. So much taller, and the brush so much thicker...The island had grown up, and she looked upon it like a proud mother. "Island has many secrets, many treasures." She praised.