Wheeling Gull Isle iii. awaken

in the sand he found himself.

worn, spent, but not exhausted. not tired of this. he wished for more even when his energy had waned. yet as they laid here and he felt the edge of seafoam push against his spine, he thought this was not so terrible either.

after all, if they slept here, there would be another day waiting for them tomorrow.

more sunlight and more running free.

he only rolled onto his stomach at the mention of fishing. food was a good idea. he would need it with this sudden increase in energy being spent. his tail offered slaps against the wet sand packed earth.

slowly he rose into a stretch. then shook his coat with humor, knowing it might spray both sand and seafoam around. there was the coltish desire to run from any rebuttal, but he lingered to make sure she came with.