Wheeling Gull Isle “Come in sir, for you are weary”

Here comes blessed trouble. ;) 
I apologize for the late reply, I’ve been playing parent with my little cousin who’s visiting. 

Something had urged John to wake from his restful state, the distant sound of splashing, and voices. He opened his eyes, but remain in his laying position, all but limiting his head. In front of him, two small wolves, pups by the look of it. “Greetings, young ones. Come to me.” He called out and smiled. Finally, he had been blessed with the presence of another being.