Wheeling Gull Isle chichplei

heda looked at slavuj then, and truly saw him; past the sand-stained cordage of long fur and bright eyes and heavy accent to the goodness she knew and sensed was in him. "why don't you stay, friend," she heard herself saying, and was glad for it.
"be part of sweetharbor." her paw touched his own; her smile was genuine light into his charming face. "you can meet him, bartholomew; you can sing with us there, collect mussels, hunt gulls. fish."
she hoped he would! as fiercely and fervently as she hoped any would stay. slavuj belonged in sweetharbor.