Wheeling Gull Isle Those long winter nights

They had worked together to arrange something like a potluck. The food from the caches was hunted by most of the adults; thus nearly everyone had some piece in this contribution, even if they didn't show up. In her jaws Huā held the last of her work- a sea bass- which she dropped into the makeshift pile, before moving over to Aiolos. It was important that some was hunted that morning, too- to take everything from only the caches would down the supply too quickly, and so there was a good mix of hunted meat and freshly-caught seafood. The empress nudged his shoulder in a friendly manner before settling down beside him, and inwardly hoped this little gathering and celebration might bring even just a couple of their members some joy.