Wheeling Gull Isle The saltwater room.

To little Luli, the scent of mother meant so much more than a simple aroma that she favoured above all others. She was her whole world: a provider of milk and warmth, a comfort whenever she was fearful, a guardian when her bigger siblings upset her delicate balance. She was her parent, her safety net, her everything.

So to meet her vivid cyan eyes for the first time, there was more than familiarity reflected back in her baby blues. Luli looked at her mother with infinite love and adoration for all that this single wolfess meant to her, and she too held the stare for as long as she felt able. With a happy little mewl, the dappled seadragon wriggled contently and mouthed affectionately at Huā's raven muzzle, exploring her nose and whiskers curiously with her lips.