Wheeling Gull Isle they are for each other

vesper remained close to mou's side, leaning against him as he groomed blueberry. she should be excited— they were off to see new places, learn new things— but the dark child could feel the tension and sadness among the adults. she kept silent and listened, wary eyes peering at the fourth wolf from behind father. he was a stranger to her, though she knew he lived amongst them, and had become sort of a boogeyman in her mind. he was not family like mother, father, and aiolos were— her impression of him not helped by the fact her parents had never allowed them in, or even near, their den.

"time to find a new home..." the child's ears went flat at this, eyes snapping to mother, then back up at father. the gloom that hung heavy between them all told vesper that now was not the time to protest or ask questions, and so she swallowed them back and awaited their instruction.