Wheeling Gull Isle Insistence in insanity

Erika wanted to take another nap. She slept 4 times a day now, nighttime, after dawn, after noon, before dusk. The burden of carrying pups around was too much on her petite frame. She really felt like a cat sometimes.

There was a lovely place she liked to sleep on the stones, where the sun could heat her skin and make her feel lovely and relaxed. After eating, she trudged over there, determined to make the most of the afternoon sun.

But then, she saw a fox on the rocks. The marred wolf blinked in surprise. There weren't many foxes on the Isle. Curious, she approached the small canine, barking softly. "Bonjour..."