Wheeling Gull Isle Ocean was your lover’s name

his cries softened before disapearing completely at her touch, he had seemed to likethe way sheresponded to his cries. wait, was that a bad thing? was she rewarding his bad behavior with affection and plees to quiet down, maybe she should stop but she did not have the heart to hear his cries any longer. watery puppy blue eyes focused on her only to widen in alarm, she was not the one he had wanted to respond to his cried. She remembered that this was his first time actually seeing his guardian and caregiver, he had not reconized her by sight but he would by scent.

Dark ears swiveled back and flattened as his shrieking became louder and high pitched, oh my! she quickly curled around him so that he was undoubtatly surounded by her scent and would have no choices but recognize his babysitter, a cooing came from her as gave him gentle kisses of affection and soothing qualities.