Wheeling Gull Isle ak zèl

Aqui will arrive in two rounds! Just tag me when hes up, hes moving like a grandma

For the first to answer, it would be the eagle son.

He was working on getting his strength back, going on trots down the beach, stuff like that. It was good for his soul, to have something to do again.

Then, in the distance, a howl. Pained, grief filled.

Like a heat seeking missile, he would turn and start a slow movement towards it, but not before replying with his own, young howl.