Wheeling Gull Isle they are two alone

no rush :)

A few days had gone by with Phox on the island. He seemed a very capable hunter, bringing in the proverbial bacon as needed. Busy work probably kept the grief somewhat at bay as well; Maegi couldn't fault him if he stayed active enough that she did not encounter him again after their first meeting.

But she did, today, seek out @Mou. She wondered if he had been given the chance to reconnect with his long-lost brother, and if the two of them had reconciled (if any recognition was sparked in Phox's mind, that was). And they needed to talk about the children.

They always needed to talk about the children.

It was her shift on babysitting duty, and she howled for her husband, smiling as all four pups lifted their muzzles and crooned in childish imitation. The older youths were getting there—Blueberry, on the other hand, could only manage a drawn-out squeak, at which she desperately tried not to laugh.