to neverless wonder

It appeared, to Natiel, that this brute was the most indecisive wolf she'd ever met. Gideon (that was his name, she knew now) seemed uncertain as to whether he wanted to continue walking, stay in that same spot, or go back to where he came from. She gathered that he wished he were still on the mainland instead of an unfamiliar island at night, but why swim out here if he wasn't prepared to stay? Perhaps he was the type with a wandering mind and lost track of time as he marveled at the wonders of the island. That she could respect, at least.

Nati remained silent, watching the brute, until he wished her luck with her den. She snorted in response, shaking her head with a small smile. "It's certainly better than sleeping on an open plain," she replied, thinking back to when she first left the pack. "Or sleeping on the dry sand of the beach. I suspect it would be very unpleasant to wake up to a little crab pinching your toes, no?" Crabs were, in fact, the least of her worries on the beach. What other kinds of animals could lurk in the sand? What could come up from the ocean and eat her in her sleep? She imagined amphibious reptiles with massive teeth and it took everything within her not to visibly shudder.