Turtle Island marooned

Nearly a month had passed since the seawolves' arrival on the island. Noe had become keenly aware of time passing; the ebb and flow of night and dark brought with it a similar shift in his mother, but even that had been pushed aside today in favour of exploring the bounds of his growing body.

Manman was absent as the little boy scampered past the threshold on unsteady legs, eager to pre-emptively spot @Chani's arrival but instead was met with an awfully strong gust of saltwind. It buffeted his downy fur, swaying him side to side and made his eyes water uncomfortably so.

Soon, Noe would learn to embrace it, as he would the sea and the endless sky above them. But for now, baby steps. 

can be RO <3