Wheeling Gull Isle love isn't lying; it's loose in a lady who lingers

Now that @Blueberry had been alive nearly a moon, and the other pups seemed to be thriving as well, Maegi thought it was perhaps time to give them all some space. The weather had grown warmer, and she'd shifted them mostly outside—save the coldest nights, where she kept them close and didn't sleep, plagued with visions of Sobek's chilly lifeless body.

Today, the five of them were in the clearing just outside the den, the leaves above dappling their pelts in intermittent sunlight and shadow. She sagged gratefully into the dirt, laying half on her side, ready to use her long limbs as a scoop to bring back any wayward child.

It didn't take long. @Peregrine, she snapped, catching a glimpse of his questing nose just inches from a bramble bush. Maegi grabbed him by the scruff and pulled him away; he squealed, indignant, but quickly forgot about the transgression as he found a new quest in playing tug-o-war with @Prevost and a weather-worn stick.

Rolling her eyes, she glanced toward the other two, Blue and @Vesper, wondering what mischief they'd get themselves into. 

It had been so much easier when they were senseless and practically immobile.