Wheeling Gull Isle the colours seem bright in the sky

@Driftwood!

 

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she'd grown found of exploring; the world was simple and safe when all were your family. and thus the guppy had sped back to the shore at the nearest opportunity, expecting there another hour of play in the waves, of finding shiny bobbles and keepsakes to lug back to the ever-growing pile she kept carefully tucked out of reach of the tide. 

yet that was not what she found. rather, a vole limped across the rocky strand, vanishing here and there, slow and cumbersome. she scurried after it quickly, having never before seen such a creature and enamored at once. nose wrinkled at the bitter metallic scent it gave off; two parallel scratches marred it on either side. she was too inexperienced to make sense of these; somewhere circling above was a sea-eagle missing its meal. 

her jaws opened a moment, contemplating eating the tiny creature. but it was hurt, like Mou was, and instead she scrambled along behind it, darting forward to offer a little lick atop its spine when she got in range, the vole intent only on slow journey inland and otherwise ignoring the pup as it planted licks atop it's back every few seconds.