Wheeling Gull Isle And I am confident

“Thema!” He greets with an incessant swirl of tail and falls onto his forelegs in a coaxing playbow. His tongue dangles, he hasn’t spent so much time with his little sister outside the den, and he is overwhelmed to see her here on the shoreline!

As much as he wants to dart and pull her up into his arms, he knows well now to be patient. His baby siblings are quieter, prone to spooking, and Judah is very sensitive to this. He reels in his play to prop himself up like a sphinx in the sand.

He takes a massive gulp of marine air then gives her a sweeping, boyish grin.

“Do you smell that, Thema? It’s the sea! Extra salty today! Take a wiff!”