Wheeling Gull Isle i. don't you love it?

after july 10th ;; vague timeline is vague

He felt so weird, some gap between child and adult that felt so out of place on an isle with such a clear distinction.

There were pups everywhere. So many. How many were there, again? He couldn't remember. 

But he resorted to trying to blend in as best he could, as he still felt bad about what he'd done and he hadn't gotten the time to apologize. 

And he was still, grief-stricken. 

Seeing their happy faces reminded him of the childhood he lost.

No, Hviske - they accepted him in, so it wasn't so... bad. They didn't deserve to be the object of his sadness. He barely knew them and they'd done nothing wrong. 

Hviske resorted to sniffing out the isle, trying to forget.