Wheeling Gull Isle by the light of a burning donkey

Mou's vigilance over the growing children had heightened since the arrival of his brother. He had made sure to get the man settled before seeking out Maegi to explain the situation, and together they wallowed in a state of anxiety while trying to mind the kids.

The tiny yawn of a small dark face drew Mou's eye. He sniffed at the air above the child, inspecting them in silence, before drawing away like some kind of lethargic dragon. A sound outside of the den piqued his interest next so his ears pivoted, his shoulders tensing.