Wheeling Gull Isle Put a big bird in a small cage it'll sing you a song

The sensations of being gummed, prodded, and jostled were all familiar and reassuring in their own way; Koi had begun to lull herself into a deep sleep by the time Thresher jerked back her tiny head and loosed a dew-dappled puppy sneeze. Deaf to the sound, the pearl responded immediately to the sensation of her littermate’s breath raspberrying across her downy nape and lifted a paw to try to sluice the moisture from her face. She didn’t have quite the necessary coordination, though, and peeped fretfully with one infinitesimal paw aloft and trembling.

“Treasure, Treasure,” Seelie whispered, long sweeps of her tongue soothing the pale little girl, as @Stockholm’s chuckle washed across the nape of their darkling daughter. @Grayling and Sixgill were sleeping — for now, anyway — and the two parents exchanged a loving, affectionate glance above the four tiny crowns.

“Beautiful,” the Gampr murmured, looking at his wife, their children, his eyes lingering longest upon the butterscotch-pale girl who most closely resembled him in coloration. It was shocking to see it, sometimes — to look upon these little lives and know that even the smallest portion of their perfection was due in part to him.