Wheeling Gull Isle and wildlings will run from you

Tapat smiled bashfully at the compliment from the red woman. He wouldn't want to eat this meal himself. He knew that it wasn't the biggest but it was the thought that counted. He was pleased to see Hemlock eat and he even got a kiss. He hummed happily. "I'm very excited to play with them and be a big brother," he nodded and then looked at the small fuzzy things once more. He couldn't believe he had been so tiny. "They are perfect! I love them."

The great thing about Tapat that he was quick to convince to talk or think about something else. As soon as Hemlock changed the topic he was starting to think about the sea. "It is weird. I know now I cannot drink it. And well... We can't really leave because it is everywhere. But I do like it and other wolves are nice," he paused. 'I think....," he then added and offered Hemlock an apologetic smile as he wasn't certain if they were nice. Tapat truly couldn't lie.