Wheeling Gull Isle heartlessly helping himself to her bad dreams

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She sometimes grew very existential in her thinking, when she looked at the pups. She had no memories of this time, save perhaps a gnawing, desperate, constant hunger—for milk, and for love her mother would never give. It was only when she became old enough to toddle around the Glen did she remember things, and even then, only fragments:

Bones. Feather. Vaati. Tee-hee.

Maybe it was for the best that Maegi couldn't draw those times to mind. And with age, they, too, would forget. But Maegi hoped that whatever slivers of memory remained were good ones. She wanted to give them the comfort and happiness that she and her brothers had never received. 

Got off to a rough start, she remarked, both wry and rueful, and her smile was very crooked.