Wheeling Gull Isle Sailors live so restlessly

As her breath left her, her son shivered slightly. So small, so precious- and positively worrying the over-paranoid mother. A shiver? Was he sick? Or was it simply a reaction to the new feelings around him? Huā couldn't be sure, was no medic, and had no way to assess him. But she remained close, loving the feeling of togetherness. His paws sunk away, and he stared at her- and seaglass gaze stared right back, warm little smile decorating her face. She didn't realize his hindlimbs might come next though, and his feet collided with the base of her chin, forcing a small unf of surprise more than anything. Then a cheeky grin grew on her face- you little rascal- and she leaned in to nuzzle at his belly, hoping to tickle some giggles out of him.