Wheeling Gull Isle baby beluga

They bade their time until low tide, enjoying the play of the sun upon the waves. Eventually, as it set, the waters receded, too, and the fiery glow of sunset painted the ebbing waves in various hues of red and orange, gold and pink.

All right, Killdeer said, seeing the sandbar emerge. It's time. I've gotcha, Ma. Nobody's drowning today.

With her permission, he'd guide her forward, and the two of them would cross the temporary land bridge to the isle. Step by step, the sand slipping past—but not away from, completely—their paws.

Once to the edge of the beach, he lifted his muzzle and howled for @Caracal, mouth breaking into a boyish grin.