Wheeling Gull Isle east is up

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she'd picked her way into the strange wolf's den when it had been silent and unguarded, a feat that came with a fair amount of guilty pride. fern had scooted her way further into the den, realizing her mistake only when the den was empty (no wonder it had been unattended). her quick escape had been waylaid by the re-entrance of the man, and, frozen, she'd hunched up against a wall and stayed there.

reed seemed too preoccupied to notice her, yet her relief was short-lived when she was left alone with the strange, funny-smelling man. at once she was made guilt and more than a little nervous, but she reasoned she get out of the den by using the same stealth she'd seen the adults employ while hunting. 

odd little bounds on gangly limbs were stopped almost at once when the man shifted, shifted again, and she froze once more, ears pricked atop her tiny skull. she'd fall into the man's vision eventually, she reasoned, and chirped a quick "hallo" as she'd learned to do upon greeting another, gaze fluttering to the entrance as if a stern reed might appear there any moment.