Wheeling Gull Isle I've still got so much love hidden beneath this skin.

He shifted in place, licking his lips nervously as he thought he heard tiny movements and squeaks from inside the den. He wondered how many there were, how many there could be, having never been exposed to a situation such as this before. His ears pricked upright as he heard the leader's fatigued voice once more, so unlike her usual smooth drawl, yet the notion that he was disturbing her and her children's peace did not cross the boy's mind.

Her offer instead enticed him closer, and he shuffled forward excitedly, breath coming out in eager pants. "Y-yes," he replied, the smile in his voice hard to hide. "How many?"