Wheeling Gull Isle unalaq

heda stayed away from the cave.
she had become slightly protective of the little boy who had come to live on the island, even temporarily. surely his family was somewhere on the coast if he was here.
in the evening's heavy atmosphere, heda heard the drumming of the voice from the unseen. she cut through the fog, a red-spined wraith.
"hey," she mumbled to him, ears still tipped for the sound of the unseen.