Wheeling Gull Isle With scarves of red tied round their throats

So she was here. Or had been, at some point, though this wolf said he had not seen her in a week. Phox knew it was impossible to keep tabs on all those who lived within one's borders, but if there was any chance she was still here...

Do you mind if I take a look around? Phox asked. I'd welcome you to escort me, of course. Maybe one of your other packmates has seen her more recently.