Wheeling Gull Isle revele

caracal called out, and mireille started forward at once. and then another man joined her, speaking softly as it felt all the wolves here did. she switched her tail, emerald eyes hard in a survey of him.
surrendering her notion next, for if he was here then heda had kept him close, the obsidian approached proudly. "i be mireille, a leader in sapphique. heda be my friend," she said, voice betraying for a moment her worry for the woman of the island.