Wheeling Gull Isle Teach your children well. . .

Eti hadn't wanted to admit his uncle was dead. But his granme and uncle had been teaching him to heal and healing came with losses.

He looked at her sadly. Uncle Sobo only ever talked me a few times. I didn't know 'im all dat well. Do you t'ink...dat I be a bad one, if I don't be missin' 'im like everyone else?

he frowned at that and lay his head to his paws, a small whine in his throat. He nodded at her question.

'er does. 'er 'as a 'ard time talkin' sometimes so, 'er sings it instead. 'er 'as angel wings on 'er back and dressed in gold and black. Dat me manman. Chacal.