Wheeling Gull Isle when silence gets too hard to handle

Mou had to believe that they were safe on this island. This was where they had met, after all. This was a sanctuary to the both of them at another time in their life - separate, then together. It was here that their legacy would truly take root and flourish; he had to trust in the island, knowing what the rest of the world was like and what it had taken from them.

When she pressed close for a kiss, he relished the attention and nosed through her fur, sniffling softly at the fine white hairs of her neck. Hearing the names of their first-born should have stung but it did not. Mou didn't want to think about them. He didn't want to hear the screaming of their voices anymore, begging for help.

We are safe here. They -- they'll be safe here, Mou sighs, moving to stroke at his wife's ribs with his nose - almost timid, nervous that one touch might shatter her and the hope she carried inside. I promise. I'll do anything.