Wheeling Gull Isle loneliness like a heartbeat

naoyuki’s motor development might have been slower than some of his peers, but one couldn’t deny his progress. he’d become better at wading in shallow waters, and could even climb pride rock with some confidence. he often lingered on this side of the island where the abandoned whelping den remained.

today, he’d decided to wander inland for his morning meal, as opposed to sifting through sand for washed-up shellfish. yuki pranced from sand onto soil, humming to himself a new song.