Wheeling Gull Isle Ormai troppo lontano

Thank you both for joining!

A smear of white at the corner of his vision caught his attention. At first a cold shower of shame washed over him; he thought that she might've been a witness to his dreadful tantrum, but her face was open, attentive. The shame was replaced by relief, so quickly that he felt it sizzle like water on heated cast-iron.

He turned away, heart pounding. He wiped at the blood on his mouth, but only succeeded in smearing it over his hands.

Not wanting to ignore her, he turned and woofed back, now smiling.

Andiamo! he called out to her, gesturing with with a tilt of his head towards the island.