Wheeling Gull Isle he has risen

and there was one.

and only one.

a boy she cradled, and wisked away the grease upon his red, brown fur.

"huojin," the siren whispered toward her son.

it had ended, so peacefully, none came forth except the singular pup she held so close.

but he was all she needed.

a fire to the soul, but as cooling as the earths metal.