Wheeling Gull Isle and I got on my knees

a physical mirror, her own reflection- when nüwu stumbled back, the companion came forward eagerly, filling the space that the sandy child had just emptied. her paws touched something soft, and she curiously pressed forward. the thing vibrated some more against her, curling in close- and nüwu appreciated the feeling which reminded her in ways of her own mother. she snuggled in too, mouth opening now to grab at an ear, wondering if this one had milk to give, too.