Goldaline - Are you a Wolf of the Maelstrom?

The maelstrom's wolves are hunting me.
Are you a wolf of the maelstrom?

Upon seeing Goldaline, Canary throws a pinch of dust into the air and claps his hands twice. It's a weird ritual he does whenever he sees her. He says it's supposed to keep the spirits away... or something.

"Err, what? Is that a curse? Wolves don't fly like me, little girl. Phoenix is the one you should look out for, you know she has it out for you."

He looks away for a moment to signal a landing sky-bus, and has a miniature panic attack when he notices Goldaline has slipped away. After taking a moment to himself, he continues working.

"No. No I'm something entirely different..."

Lattice doesn't especially enjoy talking to Goldaline when she's around, but sees something of herself there; a warped, terrifying version of herself from a few years back. How often do their paths cross when Lattice heads up to markets to sell her scrap? Have they ever bumped into each other in the mist?

"No...."
Twilight lazily opens one eye to see the Goldaline standing across the roof from his resting spot, staring at him. Having been roused from his slumber by the sudden question he gets to his feet slowly letting the moment settle and the wind whisper across the sky as he walks over to his board on the edge of which sits the "DangerGun". Then with a sudden flick of his foot he pops up the board and grabs the gun as it flies up. As he walks towards the edge he starts to speak again
"Wolves had their fill when the old world died, you and I we're the killers now!"
and before a heartbeat passes he steps off and out of sight.

Goldaline never misses one of Armstrong's broadcasts. Her hand cranked radio is one of her prized possessions. Maybe she listens so intently, because she's hoping to find out the answer.

"The maelstrom's wolves are hunting me. Are you a wolf?"

Confronted on the street by the young waif outside Pops', 'Killer' grins, baring clean white teeth in a face that rarely sees mirth.
"Yeah, kid. I'm a big, bad wolf, and you should be careful of people like me. But I'm with my daughter, so you're safe."
He indicates the eight-year old girl watching Goldaline in awe, much more prim and civilized than the wild young savage.
"You need anything? Food? Want a chocolate from Pops' place?"

"Wolf? All I see are cats and pigeons. Are you saying there are wolves this high up? Wait. Maelstrom's wolves?" Eddie takes a step forward and tries to go nose-to-nose with Goldaline. His eyes strain and his breath slows down. "Whaaat?" says he in a slow, exasperated manner, with the highest pitch he could reach.