Wheeling Gull Isle give thanks to the deep

Not once had someone turned on him like that. Well, not once here on the island. Maybe his mom or dad had when he'd been too rowdy or if he bit them too hard playing. So it inspired some sort of childish fear.

His ears adjusted to flatten against his skull as he crouched closer to the earth. Tail dangled nervously between his ankles as his tongue poked out just slightly from his teeth.

What the hell was wrong with her? Sour seafood?