Wheeling Gull Isle "one day at a time," is what they tell us

Once the body had been relocated to a more secluded location (and an arduous task that was, keeping those shattered pieces together), it was rare for the poor creature to be left on their own for any length of time. Conveniently, the body had been placed in a shelter not far from the resident alpha female and her new whelps; visits from the island medic were frequent.

The days melded together, much as they had in the past. Like before, the being was lost to delirious thoughtlessness; there was no telling if the empty husk would wake to life, if any form of life could subsist within the framework of what was left — but in contrast, there were no dreams this time.

It was questionable, then, to think that one day he might wake at all.