Wheeling Gull Isle my kingdom for a horse

Eldoris wasn't alone for long. He knew it before Lethe stepped foot on dry land - without sight or scent to tell him so. The feeling was one of overwhelming security and wholeness - the very thing he had sought to distance himself from that morning.

One day, he might regret those stolen moments with every fibre of his being.

"Lethe, what the hell.." Eldoris complained, but nevertheless returned his brother's affection with a more restrained bump to the shoulder. "But as you're here.. what do you think? Home sweet home?"