Wheeling Gull Isle he can hold you, and shake you child.

The turtle retreated, onto the next spot to eat or either to retreat back into the deeper waters of the salt sea, maybe to get rid of the annoying dark pup following behind it. Malakai watched on, claiming the role of God's warrior well. Psalm was the innocent. Ava was the product of sin and filth. He would protect God's creation if the need arise. 

For now, he watched his little sister. It was odd that each of them were cloaked in a darkness of black, some more so then others- like this one and her half-blind sister. Their mother's evil had dug deep into the flesh of these children. Surely their mother must be evil by abandoning her pups! It's no wonder why they were the way they were. Why they were marked by it, physically and mentally. 

Kai's parents were the best thing that ever happened to these pups and maybe, if they continued to act as heinous as they did, his parents would be the only good to happen to them.