Wheeling Gull Isle you should know i'm no ones shore, no ones ocean

It’s no surprise she’s not really paying attention. She doesn’t notice the other wolf coming in her direction until he calls out to her. She jerks and turns to him, eyes widening in surprise, but she doesn’t linger in panic. Other than the strange white wolf, she’s never really been threatened, and in the safety of a pack, she quickly washes it away.
 
“Hi!” she chirps, turning and hoping over in his direction. He’s young but she can’t tell by how much given how fucking big he is. He reminds of her of the snow wolves on the glacier, of Siarut and Takiyok but with a little more color. “You’re very big,” she tell him, as if he might not know it, and offers a wide smile in return.