Wheeling Gull Isle contagion, i exhale you

nightworld and the stars above. heda found the energy to keep her eyes upon the beach head. now that their first children were old enough to explore the island, and the second litter too was finding their legs, heda saw more opportunities to unite them in play and in stories.
but her form was up, and rigid, for there was a stranger among them, somehow appeared.
the island mother was a ribbon of pale light, and then she was between the boy and the newcomer. mother's instinct vied with her kindness, and heda advanced quietly, meaning to urge the man backward, away from her pup.