Wheeling Gull Isle For the wages of sin is death

Nakano rose and spoke of the day Malakai had found him on the shoreline. How God had brought him here, to this land, to these people and so he would stay and grow and learn. Then, the question was passed back to him. 

My parents had told me once, they were sent here by God. That with their hard work, with their paws and teeth and words, God worked through them to make this a holy land. A sanctuary for his people. The boy took in a deep breath, taking in the scent of salty breeze and lavender blooms where his father was laid to rest.

I have witnessed what sin and filth lie upon the mainland. His muzzle crinkled and he did not clarify. So many did not believe him, for they were just children. Children which had brought evil into their home and ripped them from the inside out. I want to stay here, rebuild this temple, even if I might be alone for awhile... But it seemed, he would not be.

And to simply put, This is home.