Wheeling Gull Isle heartlessly helping himself to her bad dreams

  No matter how much cleansing was done to the little ones fur, the “blood” of her mother never washed off the bottom half. The red cut off the white stripes on either side of the potato’s body. This would forever be a reminder of the mother she will never meet.  

 Prevost cooed softly at the warmth that Maegi gave her body, the sense of safety made her little limbs relax. Slowly she nudged around her sibling to find the source of the sweet substance that nature made her crave. For now, Prevost was content but only time would tell if all was well.