Wheeling Gull Isle for what future may come

"Don't worry. I will. Promise." She nudged his cheek and even dared to place a gentle lick there. "Not just for you...but for them." She said, eyes glimmering. He would understand. She was sure of it. Tzila hadn't considered what role she wanted to pursue. She was already a mercenary and due to the breeding season and settling in to her new home, she had been understandably short of time. Once the pups were born, she could invest more thought into the matter.

Walking ahead of him, following the natural lines of the sturdy brown earthen walls, Tzila moved with a subtle little sway in her hips. Even pregnant, despite her changing figure. She was a bit of a show off, and always would be. She could only imagine, with her looks and his rugged handsomeness, how the children would turn out. "I wonder whose eyes they'll have..." She wondered aloud. Pausing, something caught her eye. The solid soil of the walls split suddenly, delving in to form an opening. Precisely where that titan of tree stood. Gnarly, thick roots, exposed by the worn away earth, draped down like a protective platform. Chunks of driftwood littered the immediate area before the dark opening, like a barrier against any water, be it rain or sea. Tzila stared, wide eyed in awe. "A-Asta...are you seeing this? Its...stunning. I never knew this was here!"