Wheeling Gull Isle the silence of the night

For all that she missed, her time with Yakone always made up for it.  Her baby gummed her chin and bapped her nose and she couldn't help but be enchanted.  Something twisted in her gut that she should've gotten to experience this with all of her children, but it was easily pushed away when she looked into her daughter's eyes.

Perfection.

That's what Konnie was.  The new mother pressed the cold of her nose against the warm of the toddler's underside and breathed in that sweet puppy smell.