Wheeling Gull Isle can you paint with all the colors

Phox found that each day that passed on the island became more difficult for him. He thought of Niamh, of the children he never really knew, and all those dreadful months of not knowing what had happened. Of how an entire group of wolves hid his wife's death from him. He had not been in a downward spiral like this since... well, since he had found out that the mother of his children had died. He was itching to return back to the mainland, but he knew he should stick it out until Towhee and Seal were ready to head out.

He came upon the latter doing something with one of her younger cousins up ahead, though he couldn't quite make out what exactly they were doing. Only when Seal began to sign did Phox approach, his jagged gait slowing when he saw Seal pick up a piece of slimy green something.

-You kids gettin' into trouble?- he jested, pushing down any inclination to damper their fun with his sad emotional whirlwind.