Wheeling Gull Isle oh no.

Atop the rock. She was here. In the open. And he gasped, breathless, relieved and yet frightened all the same...

He was still in his place, frozen on the beach. He stares and breaths in her beautiful scent. Atop her rock she is swollen, heavy with child. For far too long she bad been within her shelter. She did not speak to him, did not come out. When he could (when he was in Yuelong) he would bring her food, sleep outside the rock, watching, waiting... 

Finally, he saw the little otter once again. 

It is but a whisper... Ruo...?