Wheeling Gull Isle long in tooth and soul

He stalks.

A picture of silver stealth, ink-paws unfolding silently to the earthy shale beneath. An unwaveringly pointed gaze holding over one soulful little fugitive boy. Who he admittedly might have chosen not to pester had he any wits at all. Fortunately for him, the puppling was so preoccupied in grappling with his quickly evolving world that Judah had gone mostly unnoticed…


“BOOOO!”


Judah roars and swiftly wraps his brother up in a giant puppy-hug.