Wheeling Gull Isle heartlessly helping himself to her bad dreams

my last post in this thread. potats are hard!!

it stirred gently at the vibrations emanating from the source of its warmth, but it did not yet understand— only that this frequency meant safety, warmth, contentedness. it would not remember much from this time, only feelings and ghostly waves of nostalgia; perhaps if it ever had pups of its own, it would remember more. its birth would have no lasting effect on its life, except perhaps as a story if it were ever to be shared. its life would be shaped by these following weeks and months, not the violent entrance it had endured to exist within this world.