Wheeling Gull Isle takpiksuk

Heda made no reply and Caracal felt apprehension trickling through him. Maybe she was asleep? He ought to go check on her. Just as he prepared to disembark after all, she appeared. She seemed perfectly at ease, though he couldn’t help but sweep to her flank.

He didn’t interrupt as she spoke to “Kigi,” which must be a nickname, nor as Kilgitsuk explained himself. Although his wife still smelled divine, Caracal felt more relaxed now that she was here. Heda was the island’s gatekeeper.

Caracal supposed that sort of made her its leader, if wolves like Kilgitsuk and possibly Vesper might stay here with them on a more permanent basis. His head cocked curiously as he ascertained first the man, then his cousin.

What if they stayed? What if Fennec and Killdeer remained here too? Could Sweetharbor rise again?