Wheeling Gull Isle I've been watching him for my entire life

when heda opened her eyes from prayer, it seemed god was all around her. she was guided up and beyond, as much by this presence as the wheeling gulls.
at first she thought it was bartholomew, heart leaping to throat.
and then she saw the shadow was more wolfish, less large. heda approached hesitantly to find a boy, breathing but battered. she smelled the blood and the salt and knelt close. "can you hear me?" asked her kind voice.