Wheeling Gull Isle making my way downtown

Tagging for reference. ♥ Also, everyone is allowed!

The sheepdog had been dozing lightly, lulled into a dreamlike state by the nursing of Poppy’s children and roused by the quickening of her own. She blinked open her cerulean eyes to the sight of Mur wibble-wobbling toward the mouth of the den @Stockholm, @Moorhen, @Komodo, @Rokig, and @Driftwood had helped dig while @Reigi, @Hemlock, and Coelacanth had tended to the puppies. A stab of possessiveness and fear gripped her, but she knew her mate rested just outside the den and would keep watch over the tiny adventurer. Craning her graceful neck, Seelie smoothed @Fern’s feathery fur as the little girl stirred, having fallen asleep mid-feed. “Fern,” she whispered, her tufted ears sweeping forward upon her skull as, moments later, her mate greeted the little wanderer with his own voice: “Mur.” Feathered tail thumped the soft, packed down soil that lined the den. Lately, Seelie and `Io had been furnishing its confines with an abundance of calming herbs and seabird feathers, while Moorhen kept it stocked with bones and sticks that served as toys.