Wheeling Gull Isle haiplana

Those which sought to claim the island as their own slowly seemed to fade away, as always Malakai thought they might. On the island and with just the three of them, at times he felt they were still there, somewhere, but now their scents did fade. Malakai was alone again. No - Malakai walked with God only, again. For he could never truly be alone, with his light upon him. With his whisper in the wind. He would be forever the always the only one who Kai needed to pull him through. 

The young man breaths deeply, the smell of salty air so fresh and free and - ....mother? 

Ears perked high on his skull, sniffing the winds deeply as he traced the paths along the foothills and down into the direction of the woman he had not seen since he was five months old. 

There was little left of the mother he knew once he could see her there, broken down at the foot of the greenhills. Above, his muzzle wrinkles in quiet snarl. Mother, Yet no ounce of love in his voice even as he still addresses her as such. Have you come to repent?