Wheeling Gull Isle mother's embrace

forward-dated 48 hours, per your request.

the wolf who approached was most certainly female. tyche saw the way she carried her weight, especially toward her midline. fresh from birth, and the smell of puppies was thick on her fur and the air that surrounded her. it was the right season for the ocean to bring forth new life, and tyche felt a pang in her heart when she remembered that her own mother would be whelping her sisters soon.

but.

the siren was on a mission, and she must not let her emotions fog her judgement and course of action.

hoo-ahh, tyche attempted. the syllables felt strange on her tongue, even more than the clunky language that most wolves spoke. name is tyche. seek home. you matriarch? many things the siren would bend on, but this sylph would never serve a wretched man.