Wheeling Gull Isle mere haath mein

the tension abated, if only slightly, when she sneezed and shook herself, and a smile came to his face. there were a multitude of questions in her eyes, each not specific enough for him to answer. though. . . "we are well at morningside," he rumbled, though sadness tinged his tone. "it was a hard summer, but things are looking up."

little did he know that his actions would soon throw his former family into chaos.

"i missed you," he admitted, looking shyly down. his tail swayed slowly behind him, in time with the rush of the sea. "i missed this island. so peaceful." the desires of his heart lingered just beneath the surface; one slip and they'd all come spilling out, a slow pulse of something like blood.