Wheeling Gull Isle i’ve got the magic in me

Ama, Papa, and Mal, Simmy and Dinny. His universe. That did not extend out from their little cavern, nor did he want it to.

He trails after Papa on little stump legs but skidders to a halt as he settles himself outside. He blinks, wide-eyed and fearful. A paw bats in the air with a frustrated whine, as if to say ‘come back’! Judah had never before been pushed outside his comfort zone, and he wasn’t going to start now. After a moment of unsuccessful coaxing he floors it back into the den to burrow cowardly into his siblings.

Not going.