Wheeling Gull Isle like the sand on my feet

All the eyes on her suddenly became irrelevant in the moment that she felt liquid run hot down her inner thigh, until it pooled on the earth below her tiny paws. Confused, the tiny seadragon shifted uncomfortably, turning to blink dumbly down at the puddle she'd created.

The pallid fur of her rear end, now drenched in urine, chilled the delicate skin beneath in the crisp sea air. Although unable to fully register what had happened to her, Luli felt her lip tremble. It took a few moments before tears flooded her stormy eyes, and she lifted her muzzle to wait in her mother's direction as they spilled down her velvet cheeks.

It was her most beloved babysitter who answered first, swift to attend her crying ward with gentle assurance. Luli, however, was inconsolable. She wept freely, even when the Empress swept forth to usher the cubs deeper into the burrow. She went willingly despite her loud sobbing, eager for the familiarity of its snug space and the comfort its darkness provided.