Wheeling Gull Isle The promises were spoiled before they left your lips

Killdeer seemed to be enjoying himself and, at this point, that meant she was happy.

Maybe content was the better word. Happy might take a while yet.

Fennec spent most of her time on the island either sunning herself on the upper part of the beach or wandering about the cliffs within the central part of the island. She had no desire to get close to the water and obviously no desire to leave until Killdeer was ready; so she wasted time and tried not to think too much about anything. Pretty fucking hard to do on a vacation island with literally nothing else to distract her.

For the third or fourth time in her life, she was looking ahead and staring at nothing but a yawning void. Not the usual blindness variety, but potential that she had no clue what the hell she was going to do with. Start a pack near my ex mate. Fun shit. What the fuck was she thinking.

She wasn’t thinking. She was doing what her son wanted and this time she was doing it without the fucking identity crisis.

Even the ocean sounded dubious of that one as it lapped at the shore a number of yards away. Fennec sighed and rested her head on her paws, stretched out against the warmed sand. Her kid really knew how to give his mom enough time to spin out. Good for him, but fuck she needed to get her shit together if this was going to work. Because there was no way in hell she was giving that jackass the impression (or satisfaction) of knowing living nearby bothered her one bit.

Cool as ice. She could absolutely do this.