Wheeling Gull Isle if you look away, the stars will know, and they will not be able to help you.

The summons came on a rather placid day, and caught Komodo by surprise. It did not come from the strand, as so many calls for leadership did, but from within the island’s confines. Thus, the earthstalker made haste.

Thick paws thundered against the earth as he quickly made his entrace. A cursory survey of the area proved to be, if anything, disconcerting. A deceased mother, and two newborn babes. His heart thudded and clamored in his throat, and his blood began to run hot. It was only in these moments — when the world seems so unfair of innocents — that he ever doubted his gods. “Whut ‘appened?” he interrogated the two women in a strong, rollicking tone that conveyed the gravity of the situation. 

— then, without waiting for an explanation, he turned to Reigi. “Clean ‘em off ’n keep ‘em warm,” he catechized to the silent one, who he knew to also be a recent mother. It was a sad situation, and one he did not know how to remedy, as he was surrounded by wolves he did not know very well, with two newborn children’s lives in the throes of instability — so soon after they were born! They did not deserve to wallow in their mothers blood, when they had taken no more than their first breaths. At the moment, that must be their priority.