Wheeling Gull Isle certain to tell you, confusion has its cost

Maegi smiled, finally, albeit with a sigh. Yes, Da went bye, she confirmed, eyes flickering toward the opening to the den. Not forever, though. Jaes willing. He'll be back later. He's getting us food.

The thought of food made her stomach rumble; she winced, hoping the ominous gurgling along her abdomen didn't wake the other children. She was like a bottomless pit, constantly feasting, just as greedy as her children. Hopefully Mou would be back soon, grub in tow. . .

You hungry? Maegi asked, remembering how the girl had gnawed upon the root. At least Venninne was starting to wean herself off the teat—she couldn't say the same for Blueberry, and even the other two still suckled on occasion. Unfortunately, she had nothing else to offer her daughter.