Wheeling Gull Isle Another second lost with every falling grain

Mou moved deftly among the trees until he saw the gold flash again. He slowed to observe the beach a bit, more cautious than probably necessary, and then resumed the patrol down from the grassy knoll to the sand. His long legs made short work of the rest of the distance - but as he came closer mou regonized the rounded shape of Niamh. He dared not get too close.

She looked distracted. He could hear chattering and tilted his head like a dog with a whistle, ome way, then the other, before realizing it was her teeth chattering. Mou was still nervous. He looked quickly over his shoulder for anyone else, then to Niamh, uncertain.