Wheeling Gull Isle long in tooth and soul

LOLLLL I LOVE JUDAH

he is not a wolf. he is a rabbit in an open field with an eagle overhead. he freezes. his heart drops as the edges of his vision disentigrate into nothingness, then it pounds so hard he feels it in the base of his ears.

the darkness is all around him. he feels its talons wrap around him. he knows he's dead and he wishes he wasn't conscious to see it happen. he had already died once, before he'd been born again in the blood of christ. he —

he's fine, actually.

as the world comes back into focus, so does judah. he was beginning to put the older ones names to their faces, now that he had one of his own.

abel's eyes are as large and owlish as ju.. as he blinks in surprise.