Wheeling Gull Isle whispers sloth, through curls of smoke

Ami had brought new playmates to them, new brothers and sisters, and they became little Simeon’s greatest fixation.

They were younger than him and smaller, too, so he treated them like Juju and not like Kai or Dee. Maybe in time they would wrestle and roughhouse, but for now, he sought them with gentle words and gentler paws.

He woke to find one resting in the den mouth and gazing out.

Simeon rose and stretched and picked his way around his sleeping siblings until he reached the little black shock of fur.

Heya,a kind smile curved his lips as he came up beside her, you lookin at th’ocean?