Wheeling Gull Isle for what future may come

he didn't know much when it came to dens. he often chose to sleep under the stars rather than in a hole, and only took shelter when the elements were particularly unforgiving. but he knew the basics of what made them suitable, and so knowing the details - sheltered, cave, far from the water - would help him keep his eyes out for anything that looked worthy.

his own tail swayed happily behind him as the pair of them wandered the beachside. while his focus was on helping tzila find a den, he found it difficult to ignore the thoughts swimming around in his head. "how many do you think there are?", he wondered aloud with a motion to her growing side, curious if she is be able to tell how many children she's carrying.