Iktome Plains wuskripa

he was talking again. 
heda set down the bird. there it was. her shoulders tightened in defensiveness and then she chose to let it go.
"i didn't tell my pack i was — you know. leaving. but i'm pretty far now."
"so maybe you could take me back whenever we leave this island." he was going to visit, correct? so eventually he would come back to the mainland. "unless ... i could go now. but i don't want to hold you up."