Wheeling Gull Isle not unlike the waves

Six is easily distracted from the smushed flower and readily redirects his attention to the offered toys, namely the strip of hide, which temporarily is used in a vigorous game of tug-o-war between him and Grayling. It is a game that the piebald boy is very invested it, though it is becoming increasingly difficult not to pay attention to their mother’s playful approach.

His ears perk up at Stockholm’s voice though, and he exchanges a quick look with his brother before they both abandon the hide and turn in pursuit of Seelie. Six zig-zags after her, stumbling every once in awhile in the soft sand and uneven slope of the ground, but never once seeming deterred by the set-backs of his not-quite-coordinated legs and paws. And on a slightly more level stretch of terrain he puts on a burst of speed, leaping forward to try to capture the feathery tip of Seelie’s tail in his jaws with the wild abandon that ridiculously young puppies often invest in such games.