Wheeling Gull Isle for what future may come

Somewhere ahead of them, along this stretch of rich coastline, the shelter in which their pups would be born, awaited them. She turned further in, away from ocean. Judging where the high tide met it's limits was critical, in order to choose a site well enough away. The ground grew more solid...more earthy beneath her paws. More shrubbery, with more trees and less sand.

Casting a lingering but disinterested glance to what was an obviously long abandoned burrow of a fox, perhaps, she considered his question. How many? She wasn't really sure. She pressed her lips together thoughtfully. "Well...it's hard to say..." Her eyes drifted down to peer at her slightly bulging sides, where just now, she felt a gentle jostle. She chuckled. "But judging by the jolts...the movement, I'd definitely say there's two, at least..."