Wheeling Gull Isle No one knows anything but us.

Movement of the others close to her, and the tiny seadragon felt fear creep into the cavity of her chest. Their wriggling and shoving meant her suffering. She parted her jaws to mewl softly in search of attention, which did not come in the way she hoped. Instead of mother's delicate little peppered kisses or the careful workings of teeth at her fur in a grooming session, Luli was guided along in the direction of something that smelled delightful.

A teat was presented to her, and the newborn practically vibrated with excited anticipation. She shifted against the littermate who pressed to her flank, eager to stuff this source nourishment into her gaping mouth but as soon as she did, something draped itself over her tiny shoulders. Luli stilled herself, afraid to indulge should her sibling decide to rob her of a much needed find.