Wheeling Gull Isle they are for each other

skipping phox with permission! my last post for vesper— feel free to powerplay her as needed for the remainder of the thread.

vesper gave a dejected thump of her tail in response to aiolos' smile, but it did little to comfort the child— this was farewell, and she whined softly with ears back and posture bent low, sad eyes upon him as he moved away from the group. father nudged her, and she took her place directly in front of him. prevost and peregrine followed close behind mother; they were a bit more sullen than usual, but still could not resist nipping at each other as they traveled. at least they would keep each other distracted.

she paused, once, as they neared the middle of the land bridge. vesper looked at the island— it seemed so much smaller looking out here than when she was in it— and this image would be one of her first true memories. a nudge at her haunch again, and little blueberry kicking at her shoulders as she hung from father's grasp, and vesper teasingly nibbled on one of her little sister's paws before resuming pace.

g'bye.. so quiet under her breath, it was unlikely anyone else heard it.