Wheeling Gull Isle Two Storms

He gathered as many scallops as could possibly fit in his jaws and trudged for the den. The girl was awake now, her golden eyes peering up at him and a low greeting on her voice. She sounded awful- he supposed all mainlanders were delicate to the thick salt air.

The boy deposited the shellfish unceremoniously at the mouth of the den, the shells clanking together as they thudded on the shale. Lapping at the excess slaver on his lips, Judah took several intrinsic steps backward and lowered his hips into a seat. He pretended to be particularly interested in a passing gull to his left while keeping the denmouth framed in the corner of his eye.