Wheeling Gull Isle making my way downtown

A soft, thrumming purr bubbled in the sheepdog’s throat as Poppy’s children fell once more into the sweet rhythm of nursing. Her feathered tail thumped; she was delighted to hear that Reed wanted to be part of Fern and Mur’s lives. Although the official decree was that the puppies belonged to all of Undersea, Seelie and Stockholm wouldn’t force anybody into roles they weren’t ready for. “To have you is lucky,” she whispered softly, nodding sage agreement. “Bright and shine, like your mama.”