Wheeling Gull Isle baby beluga

She should’ve had a quip response for that but Fennec didn’t. Instead she made her way across sticking tightly to Killdeer, every tug of water near her paws inciting the memory of being swept out and under. By the time they hit the island her heart was racing and her entire body was tense.

She let him call and breathed in slowly, the salt on the air making her nose itch but also reminding her of previous beach visits. Fuck, there were a lot of memories built into it and none of them were really things she wanted to dwell on right now. She’d never liked the shore for the way the sand clouded her way of navigating the world, but now she had a dozen other reasons to hate it it seemed.

Insulting their home probably wasn’t the best way to kick off a visit. She’d let Killdeer and Caracal catch up and keep her opinions to herself, but her brother really was crazy if he was looking at settling down here.