Wheeling Gull Isle tiritchik ⌮

As soon as Meerkat appeared on the beach, Mou's attention shot her way. He knew that face, that scent — and then Aiolos was there to meet with them too, and Mou could withdraw. He gave the bundle one last fleeting look, the pale woman who brought it therefore hidden in the darkness of his blind side, and sank back to the periphery.

From behind Aiolos the man could observe the goings-on, be present for any issues, and provide backup; but there would be no need, he thought. Meerkat was a sight he did not expect to see again, yet he found himself pleased with her visit. He chuffed softly at her, almost bashful, before going quiet again.

The pale woman spoke up and Mou looked her way when she did. He had missed the stare of her eyes upon him, and truthfully was not likely to notice had he still owned two working eyes in his head. The stares and gawks of others had become like background noise — present and unimportant.

Mou kept his black batty ears pivoted towards the women, but his good eye trained upon the back of Aiolos' head, waiting to see how things would unfold or if he would be dismissed, to return to work considering the many mouths he and Maegi now cared for.