Wheeling Gull Isle and i will love you until my last breath and beyond

 
 there is a universe where the peach girl is born a screaming princess, where carefully reared in the loving arms of her parents her mean streak is curbed into soft haughtiness, where she grows in the cradle of a powerful pack and stability is the thread that ties her childhood together.

 but cruelty scorches the earth before she can even draw first breath and she comes into her world a mean, squalling thing, settled only by the sensation of something wet and insistent, a touchstone in the dark. she is oblivious to her charcoaled brother, unaware of anything except the warmth of her mother and her teat between her teeth, her cries calmed for now.