Wheeling Gull Isle kiyozite

figures upon their sandy shores.

he wondered if heda already spotted them. some part of him wondered if it was mo, returning. but the cinnamon fur and salt tussled looks told him exactly who it was.

at once he began his descent from the greenhills to greet them. a doggish sort of bark escaped him as he neared. wondering just who the boy was that mireille had brought along.