Wheeling Gull Isle devil a pray

There's a sensation of being soothed in an envelope of warmth, the sanctuary returns and seems to say- you found me!

Folded ears quiver with delight from the chain of waves running down over his nose and across his face, tracing his little spine over the tip of a shortened tail.

Then he’s suspended, ascended, gone is his belly from the soft nesting and for a moment he squirms in panic before being placed onto the sanctuary itself, where a heartbeat sounds much louder and fiercer than that of his counterpart and his own. He is still as he adjusts to the sudden change, feeling the vibration of gentle, familiar sounds, riding the ebbs and flows of each massive breath.

But ultimately he decides this will do quite nicely. He embeds within the coat of his father’s back, nosing around in a half-circle before bunching stubby limbs into one tiny gray bundle and promptly falling to sleep.

Judah does not know of God. It is salvation he finds first in his father.