***Wolf’s POV***
After spoiling me with food and massages and the most delightful sponge baths for a few weeks, I convinced Istoviir that I was well enough to go on our honeymoon, that he had postponed. I had no idea where we were going, until Isiandor landed on the Isle of Oceasia, where Istoviir had a friend prepare a lovely house, made of the largest snail shell in Zioa. It was about the size of a Sheiling’s Hollow, and it was beautifully furnished with smooth seashell furniture. Isiandor dropped us off, and said, “I’ll be back in about a month.”
“Thank you so much, Isiandor.” I said to him as I scratched his chin.
“Giid (goodbye) my Wolf.” He said.
“Goodbye.” I answered as he flew away. Istoviir led me to the house, and it was incredible. The sea snail that must have live
