Wheeling Gull Isle over jordan, over home

The Sea had blessed Wheeling Gull Isle with two young, strong males — and Szymon wasn’t blind to Her reasoning. The small, dark creature and her towering, crop-eared mate did not seem likely to produce this season, leaving @Moorhen the sole breeding female — and it was her duty as a Cairn to fill that void. More supplicants of the Sea, more loyalty for Warsaw — it all made perfect sense. That said, Szymon had watched their induction from the distance and judged them unfit to cover the banded female — and he couldn’t help but wonder whether She had brought them here for a future transaction. Let them grow alongside Her before covering one of Her own, he thought to himself, and decided therefore to protect the Protector from the advances of lesser men. Not even the Overseer himself had earned that kind of right — his swimming was clumsy, unrefined; and he lacked the necessary savagery.

It was early morning when Szymon happened upon his niece. From a safe distance, he tossed her a slain marmot, heavy with gloss and fat. Then, unmoved by her scent, he sprawled across the earth and huffed out a contented breath to lick the blood from his paws and décolletage. Her temper was…unpredictable.