Wheeling Gull Isle she’s a 10 but…

"sad." heda shut her eyes and fell away from caracal a little, turning to face the lovely fierce sea which swept all around their island. "she lost a mother and a brother to the bear. her other mom is — well she's gone, maybe after the bear. they're looking for her now."
heda thought back to when the very mention of fathers had rankled her. now it seemed the lack of peace was in her scarlet friend now, butting against hatred and the malaise of grief.
"i'll have to go back, sometime soon." she did not say we simply because she was unsure if caracal was even welcome.
red-backed ears twitched toward the other wolf. "how was yours?" heda hoped for better news.