Wheeling Gull Isle the caves you're exploring will still be there when you're done

they were to be murdock's pups. she would name one for him. 
a remarkably bold statement made so close to him, perhaps residing still on the opposite shore. bold, surely, for the sheepdog, who had become intimate only with one, and knew well the consequences of such an action. and yet such was the power of her guilt and desperation laden wishes, so that she too may begin to believe her sweet lie. avoidance was easier than facing the truth, and in the undignified late stages of her pregnancy, the truth was the last thing she wished to face. 

and so she lay spread near the sea, a safe distance from the great beast that had nearly brought her end. thin, still, and yet no longer starving, she was content, in this moment.

once, she'd felt whatever was inside her, move. and hos still she'd stood, waiting, but the faint murmur did not return. that had been many days ago, and in her waking hours since she'd felt naught but stillness. muzzle fell to rest on the rocky strand, and the collie's tail shifted carefully behind her; for even in the sea that had near drowned her, there was beauty and promise.

@Coelacanth!