Wheeling Gull Isle neakita flower

heda gave an abrupt shake of her head. "no, not at all. look how far you made it. even across the ocean itself." the edge of her smile quirked into something that wasn't quite warm, but meant to be encouraging. "i'm sure your mom really misses you," she said, studying him. "and you — you shouldn't have to track your dad down. he should just — be there."
heda shrugged, then moved to her paws. "you feeling steady enough to walk? do you want to see a turtle?"