Wheeling Gull Isle and now you see

A child was missing but there waa no worrying, the dark girl was watching with her head cradled along her paws. She kept her two colored gaze on the sneaky child, one of the trouble makers that always tried to slip away unnoticed but her fur was not dark as night like her own. As the little girl stood still against the siren song of the sea, her babysitter drew closer, and closer still on paws of silence. It was not until it was too late for the child that she spoke, a soft and gentle tone but still help the stern voice of authority. "She sings to you, doesn't she?"