Wheeling Gull Isle Cody says he didn't raise the dead

He was startled by the sound that Blueberry made, and chuffed. She was streaking across the beach and he thought maybe she'd been nipped by a crab or something- but there was too much joy on her features as she galloped along, so he huffed, and lowered his head so he could keep snuffling along. She was old enough to be fine on her own. They were on an island, and he'd thought that he'd simply feel his anxiety drift away like a leaf on the water- but he was wrong. There was something that felt...Just a bit off, about the island. 

Logically, the island would be a safe place so long as there was nothing dangerous already on it. Of course, just because the land bridge smelled only of salt water didn't mean that dangerous things hadn't crossed it before the last tide had gone out. He lifted his head after a moment of consideration. "Not-" He called out, though immediately, he felt guilty and fell silent. His impulse had been to shout not too far. Blueberry wasn't a child; and she wasn't even his own child. He shouldn't be trying to tell her what to do but still. His voice faltered, and he failed to commit to the request. Besides- she looked happy. And she wanted to go off and find her sister....His sister. 

Back along the beach, he could see Fennec roving along. This far away, and with a swell of light mist from the ocean, he felt his heart twinge at the sight of her blonde fur. He pondered for a moment, before he moved back along the beach toward her.  He had to wonder- "Hey, Fenn..." He queried. He paused; what a ridiculous request. Yet again, he felt stupid for his own thoughts, and bailed on what he'd intended to ask. "Nevermind." He said.