Wheeling Gull Isle the protectorate of seelholm

It was easy for the lamb to take her shepherd's word for it. She'd known already that this was good, they were safe here. That didn't have to be death. Together, and in easy, companionable silence, the pair continued to traverse the caverns. Slowly, the dark girl realized that it was not sleep or death that had led her to this magical place. She'd come to the island of her own free will, and the island had led them to its heart.

Hours of questing and playing and swimming later, the pair found themselves back at the entrance, visible only due to the crack of dim, greyish sunlight that filtered in from beyond.

"Sun is out," she said with a yawn, padding toward the light. The caves would still be there the next time they had a sleepless night.