Wheeling Gull Isle well you left me anyhow

her gaze settled on the red smudge perched upon his throne. he was small- not much moreso than her though, and at once she realized she had been that small too. and in time he would be like her. a wary glance was shot to her mother, and then dark paws were carrying her toward the rock and where it kissed the sea. there was no hesitance as she watched him like he was a lab experiment, settling at the base and wondering if he would come down. if not- even better, perhaps. maybe she could travel up and see what it felt like to hover at a height.