Wheeling Gull Isle For the wages of sin is death

At only five months old, Kai was not your expert hunter. As he had taken up his studies in the word of God and had practiced his guarding skills with his father on patrol, he was even less of a hunter then perhaps his other siblings. Luckily, he lived on the coast. Had he needed to hunt rodents, birds or hooved creatures, he would have been screwed. Yet the tide pools each day as the ocean water receded, provided easy fishing and crustacean remained plentiful. He was on an all white meat diet, these past five days alone, but had only thinned just a bit. 

Now, on the sands around the edges of his island home, he spots another. Kai freezes a moment, his hackles raised. At first he thought him a trespasser on his lands and wasn't certain what to do about it all on his own. Yet it is Nakano. Still here on the island- there were now two of them! 

Malakai woofs to the grey and sand man, tail high, head high but his tail waving all the same. Nakano. He tries to keep himself held up best he could, despite his age, despite his tired eyes ridden with sorrow. He had to be the man of the family now... well, there wasn't exactly a family here anymore. So, maybe Simeon was really the man of the family, wherever they were. 

Why have you stayed?