Wheeling Gull Isle for what future may come

two, with the possibility of there being more. "i hope they're girls. i hear boys are a pain in the ass", he teased, though truthful couldn't care whether he was given sons or daughters. perhaps one of each would be nice, the best of both worlds sort of thing, though he supposed it could also be the worst of both worlds.

"i'll be sure to collect plenty of furs when we find the den, and leave a cache nearby in case you get hungry when i'm not around to bring you something fresh." she'd be bearing the brunt of the parenting responsibilities when their children were first born, and so it was his wish to try and make everything just a tad bit easier and more comfortable if he could.