Wheeling Gull Isle slow down, it’s a science.

she was awoken by a kick — whether deliberate or not — that set her on a trajectory of grumbling. finding her current huddle of puppies insufficient, accipitra stepped — or really, clumsily dragged — over the puddle of nascent das towards the entry of the den.  

her obsession. her ruthless, uncompromising life missive; the golden plinth at the zenith of a thousand countless stairs!

she wormed close, but a look from her new-mother brooked no quarter. accipitra slunk to her stomach and glowered, weaseling towards the shape of her brother @Hierophant with pseudo-stalking puppy steps.