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

now that his eyes were open he found that he was unable to sleep, for he was compelled to set them on everything. during the day there was precious little, and the light from the sun pierced in the darkness to drive him back. but at night, he could safely turn his face towards the entrance of the den and bathe in the stars gentle light.

of course, he was a good boy and he dared not try to reach for them. the one time he had, mother's displeasure was too large for him to bear.

he does not notice his sister until she is nearly upon him (at least from his perspective), and he stifffens in surprise, his small tail a stiff exclamation point. with little coordination, he extends a leg towards her, suspending it in the air the best he can in playful threat to thwap her if she gets too close.