Wheeling Gull Isle contagion, i exhale you

So the little one had a mother? Or at the very least there was someone that was looking after him. Yellow eyes watched the wolf approach, as pale as moonlight. The fur along his spine stood at attention. 

Her care for the pup cut him to his core, and he swallowed the lump in his throat. Family, there was a family here. One that certainly wouldn't involve... him. They were just fine without him, clearly. Stupid plan, indeed. 

His form stepped backward, tail curled between his legs. I- I am sorry for getting so near- he wanted to leave, torn between going back across the water and flooding into the forest to wallow in his own tears. His tongue wanted to ask her if there was anyone willing to take him in, that he was desperate for a family but terrified of the concept. So much to say, so little time. What could he possibly say? He'd never been on the receiving end of a mother's wrath.

I am... glad... he has a mother, at least.