Wheeling Gull Isle if you look away, the stars will know, and they will not be able to help you.

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The Gampr is the last one to arrive – having been at the other end of the island marking borders when the call reached his ears. It did not sound to him as the beckoning of leadership to the beach to meet a newcomer – no, the location was wrong and there was a note of distress in the tone. And thus he ran, long strides carrying him the distance until he arrived on the scene.

It was immediately clear that something was terribly wrong, and his pace slowed as he approached the gathered wolves. The scent of blood and afterbirth and death causes his short-cropped ears to flatten against his skull and he pauses as his gaze falls upon Poppy’s unmoving form, the situation becoming overwhelmingly apparent to him. Coelacanth’s distressed cries – and the whisper of Doe’s name – wrench his heart painfully, but the Armenian does not approach closer. Instinct dictates that it is unwise to approach a female with newborn whelps; and though Poppy has passed, he still gives Reigi and Seelie breathing room as they may still be instinctively defensive of a male approaching.

He watches in concern as Maegi departs the scene then glances to Komodo and gives the Earthstalker a solemn nod of acknowledgment, glad to see the other male here – surely between he, Reigi, Seelie, and himself they can give these puppies a fighting chance? The Armenian doesn’t have a great deal of experience in this department, but he has some rudimentary knowledge. It is most important for the newborns to be kept warm and to be fed. He is incredibly thankful that Reigi is able to provide them with life-giving nutrition, and as far as keeping them warm perhaps they should be moved to the main den? He is uncertain though, but he knows the two females will know what is best to do, so he sinks quietly to his haunches to stand guard until he is needed in some other way.