Wheeling Gull Isle You are my anchor, so steady me, steady me now

hope y'all don't mind me throwing little dinah into this! i thought it'd be fun

Daddy offered a game of tag, but Dinah's sense of smell got better day by day. And she wasn't stupid! She could smell them; new scents, new faces. The sharp cries of newborns, that which she did not understand. 
Gaze cast toward the oceanside where the echoes of the cries were coming from, her lower lip turns downward into a pout. Who is that? she bluntly questions her father, pushing past her brothers to take a few steps towards where the sound and smell came from. I wanna meet em.