Wheeling Gull Isle good morning america!

everything, simple — evening's embrace brought colder winds than before, blowing the air heavy with salt into their den's opening. huojin's complaints had stopped after the first few hours, during which he might have been heard screaming in protest to the alarming cold.

of course, he found solace in ruo's embrace. the seabird finished suckling at her side but kept his mouth locked around the teat. his body drifted into a light sleep, though easily stirred.