Wheeling Gull Isle he has risen

She stretches out, revealing the single pup at her side. But one and yet one was all more then enough for him. A boy. His throat tightens. Once some time ago in a place not at all so far from here, it was custom to keep the female pups and toss the males off the cliffside into the sea below. 

His name was given, blessed by the mother's choice and to her next words he smiles just as she. Huojin. He repeats, testing the name on his tongue. His fiery eyes observing the rusty reds, the subtle brown, the creamy undersides mostly hidden in the earth. Of sun and sand. He lowers onto his haunches, front legs outstretched into the mouth of the den and his head rested on them, content to simply now watch.