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

when it came to accepting touch, the boy had a fear response that must be stilfed. the littermates were okay and so were the savior and the milk mother. but even then, his movements were stilted, uncoordinated and incorrect.

but it wasn't like he knew what he looked like when he played, so he took to milling about with joy. she dragged him down with her and they rolled together in the dirt, nipping and kissing at each other. it was not long before he grew tired from all the fuss and activity. he threw his paws back in surrender as he panted with his mouth wide open.