Wheeling Gull Isle Can't believe my eyes, sweetest little parts of destiny

an eternal slumber known only by that pair which slept within okāsan, held by the moisture-laden embrace of her womb, but suddenly—

life became of them without warning. he slipped first into existence, silent without cries, and breathed his first breath upon the slick covering of one whelping den. she was there;

her voice was muffled and her scent unclear, but—

naoyuki, the name he would bear. presumed nudges hustled him toward full breast where he would nurse until taken once more by exhaustion.