Wheeling Gull Isle You're facing down a dark hall

"that's a long time if you think about it." heda paused in the path to pick up a gull's feather. she wound it carelessly along her shoulder, knowing it would not stay for many days before her fur released it. "four months can be an entire lifetime."
heda no longer thought in terms of months, or even years. she found she lived in the day and night and maybe tomorrow for practical purposes, but no further than that. each day she did the same things but in a different order; each day showed her something small and new and wonderful.
and these days had also brought new ones to them. like tybault. her golden eyes watched him for a warm moment and then the island-wolf was moving along.