Wheeling Gull Isle oh no.

kill laid outside her den every once in a while, sometimes though there was a long absence for when it came. his scent clearly there, yet she still remained indoors, hiding away from the pack. ruo couldn't name a particular reason why she did so, it just felt of nature. but now that the time was closer, the sun bathing the siren, she was ready to come out.

and there he was. the father, she thought about.

oh fuck.

"lion."

well.

this is awkward.