Wheeling Gull Isle wanna talk about it?

his life without ying had been a world of black and white.

dull, deary, lonesome.

and then suddenly color had started to seep back into his life like a painter's brush smearing pastels across a blank canvas. news of tzila's pregnancy had brought shades of blue, new friends had brought yellows and reds, and his son had brought forth colors he had never even knew existed. pastels turned to vivid streaks of warmth, and for a while he had thought the painting complete.

but it wasn't, and suddenly a can of the finest alabaster tipped over, washing away the canvas to leave a blanket of white with so much as a single howl.

he felt his heart jump to his throat as the world came to a standstill. he didn't think as his paws carried him towards the land bridge, though his mind caught up to his body the moment the two women came into view.

he stopped where he stood, words lost in the wind as he caught his breath from a distance. a smile, small yet radiant, tugged at the corner of his lips as he stood there like an awestruck child.

she was alive.