Wheeling Gull Isle blue flower

Stop! Stop.

The man suddenly halted at the other side, and in her confusion, Manea slid to a stop as well, sending water churning in her wake. She walked toward him slowly, brows drawn together, confusion written plainly over her pale face.

Did he think she was going to attack him?

She opened her mouth to speak, and then a scent hit her, the odor overlaying the edges of the island. @Heda. Her heartbeat came faster, and the other wolf became meaningless to her.

She howled for the woman, moving past the stranger to look into the heart of the isle. Looking for her. Waiting.

It felt like ages since they'd been apart. . .