Wheeling Gull Isle he worries: did he hear a goodbye? or even a hello?

just a one-post cameo

she stirred as the adults spoke, adding to their conversation with quiet whines that meant nothing in particular. her littermates were still sleeping, but hunger had pulled her from it. she crawled clumsily, blindly, but remaining close to mother's side— rooting for a nipple away from the others, already learning to avoid their clumsy paws and startling pain that sometimes occurred when they crawled over each other. after a moment, she settled, the taste and warmth of her mother's milk soothing her. she grunted softly as she ate. in a few minutes, after she had her fill, vesper would drift back to sleep as the adult voices droned on, a vibrational lullaby.