Wheeling Gull Isle flapkrasha

for older pups! <3

dissent rippling through the downy puppyish ranks of sweetharbor.
the demands of the new four eased gently beneath the efforts of the sweetharbor wolves and the moonspear group alike.
heda found more rest for herself, more moments alone. 
and in that, she found something to worry about among her children.
today heda left the youngest pups in the capable hands of @Caracal and perhaps his mother, nursing them soundly before she set off for a much-needed traipse around the island.
but her voice lifted for her little ones, and gently she approached the mouth of the lion's den.
"i want to tell you about a man named bartholomew, and how god tested him right here," she said, turning her golden eyes on whomsoever had followed.