Wheeling Gull Isle neakita flower

The warning came as the turtle shifted to leave, and Mojag was watching Heda, so he did not notice the way it shambled across the sand. When he looked back it hadn't moved far but he chose to hang back, suitably wary now that the warning had been issued.

He skirted the edge of the turtle's limits with his head down, as if he were hunting it. I dunno about names, the boy admitted, stealing glances to Heda for another second, then focusing entirely on the terrapin. What'd'we call you? Hmm?

Side-stepping one way, then the other, almost like he were herding the thing.