Wheeling Gull Isle closer, closure, closed

Anjing she called it. He wouldn’t even attempt to say the name back to her. Maybe when he felt more confident with her language he could try to mimic her like a child learning. Still, it was a lovely name. One he could see the reason for.

He hunkered in to listen to her. Tired, exhausted, but full of love. Some part of it made his own chest fill with warm feelings. Happy to know that despite the exhausting parts, things seemed well. And such a big family!

Sheepishly he’d offer her a toothy grin. I’ve never been around them before but...they certainly sound nice. Surely they wouldn’t be awful with the hooded islander as their mother. She had been so nice and helpful to him.

Do they have names yet?