Wheeling Gull Isle I've still got so much love hidden beneath this skin.

If he strained his ears, he could just hear the muffled squeaks and soft breathing of the puppies nestled within, sounds so entirely foreign to Ruvik he had no idea what to make of them. The dark mass before him shifted slightly, before he caught a glimpse of a blue eye and then suddenly his gaze was drawn downwards. There, against the pale fur of her side, were four lumps barely visible in the dark.

The boy shuffled forward without thinking, focused on the nursing infants. "Four," he muttered, gaze jumping from each one to the next. One seemed tinier than the rest, and it was she he stared at unblinkingly. "One so small," he said quietly, almost as if to himself, before he looked up to the mother's face, a lopsided smile splitting his features in two. "R-Ruvik help them grow...grow big, strong."

Already he was enamored with the newest additions to the island pack.