Wheeling Gull Isle No one knows anything but us.

Mother intervened, finally allowing Luli some time to suckle undisturbed. Free of competition at least for a little while, the tiniest of Huā's sea dragons at last managed to free some milk into her hungry maw.

She did not drink for long, nor deeply, but what she managed was better than nothing. Without any real strength to nurse as enthusiastically as her siblings, Luli tired swiftly. Grip loosened, the speckled newborn was quick to lose herself to the urging of sleep, and she snuggled in close with a more satisfied belly.