Wheeling Gull Isle will your angels hold us

Soon enough she caught sight of him, a red flame picking his way across the low grasses. He would not see her, she recalled... and so shouted out his name, Hide! Hi, She called, trotting up beside him with a wagging tail he would never witness, unfortunately. How you feel about island? She questioned casually, tone light. It was important to try and keep him comfortable, accommodate his needs if she could.