Wheeling Gull Isle book of psalms

Judah tucks himself right between daddy and Mal as they walk. He leaves the den now, even on his own! He is a big boy. But the ocean is still a little scary in how to rolls and gathers into giant blue mountains before smashing onto the shore. When they reach the sand he picks his feet up high to keep pace with Mal.

Daddy stops them and he cranes his neck to heed the warning, nodding stiffly… but why would a monster be afraid of their family?

“She? Afwaid? Ob me?” He blinks before allowing his chest to rise a bit. Yes, Judah was a ferocious hunter! She aught to be!

“Mal! Didya hea dat?” He giggles at his twin before peeking around the left of his father and seeing… nothing but rocks on the white sand.