Wheeling Gull Isle Touching Sand

 

"Only just," Ceallach said soothingly, trying to make sure she didn't feel bad about not knowing Hemlock had given birth. His father was still fiercely protective, damn near casting him away from the den when he brought meals for Hemlock. "Hey, hey...Seri..." He reached out to gently touch her shoulder, giving a shake of his head as she got more frantic and sounded so worked up. "It'll be alright, we're all adjusting." He wanted to try and help calm her down but he was almost as anxious - longing for the familiar world they had left behind. Seri was even further away from her natal lands than he was, and it was hard sometimes to remember that she hadn't been there from the very beginning. He was about to answer that he'd go with her for the afternoon when Tapat came upon them, tail wagging a couple times in greeting. 

He laughed softly at the over-enthusiastic way Tapat greeted them, but, that was always Tapat. "Yeah - Hemlock had her babies, she's gonna have to stay for awhile." Ceallach explained to the older boy. "I wouldn't go too close for a bit, Dad's pretty defensive." He didn't want that kind of altercation between his father and the boy, especially knowing that Tapat truly didn't mean any harm. He hadn't forgotten the way Arturo had snapped at Tapat, but thankfully, there didn't seem to be any issues between them since. Ceallach though Tapat was generally harmless, even if sometimes it was annoying explaining things over and over again. "Seri and I were thinking of crossing the sandbar. If you wanted, you could come with us - but y'gotta stay really close. Don't want to lose you." Hemlock wouldn't ever forgive them for that, as fond as she was of the pale boy.