Wheeling Gull Isle revele

He did not feel the flicker of recognition even when she spoke; if he had been there the day she had intercepted Reverie and Lestan, he might have known this was the voice of the one who had driven them from the shore.

But Everett had only heard the report from his sister second hand. Mireille was as much a stranger to him as Heda and Caracal had been, and he received her the same.

Hmm, he softly mused, ears cupping to catch the worry in her voice, despite the pride and command she carried herself with, Heda’s well, just further in with the pups. Follow me.

And he turned and trusted she would follow to the slopes Caracal had called them from.