Wheeling Gull Isle life is too short for bad vibes

The chuff caught her attention as the pups were falling asleep beside her. Huā watched them lovingly for a moment longer, waiting for all of them to drift into the dream world, before she pulled herself up, making her way towards the surface. Charcoal head revealed itself beyond the entrance; there sat Astaroth before her. Sje eyed him with tired seaglass eyes- was he another wishing to see the children, to hear of them? 

Little did Huā know he came with news, not so new to her, that she did not wish to hear again. She had cried her tears, informed her dearest scout Aiolos, and fell into the den to birth. There was barely a moment for her to mourn the loss, and she could not mourn now- not with the children. She had new things to busy her mind with, as painful as it might be to push Ying under the rug... but unknowing of the pain he would spark again in her heart, she eyed him quietly, assuming now that he might speak first. He had come to her, after all.