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Justin sat on the rocks above the bluff, near the tree David had once found him hung out to dry in. He stroked the wood in his hand lightly with his pen knife while below him a pair of the refugee selkies claiming asylum at Seal Point sported with each other, and he turned around to continue his work when a stray glance revealed that his presence had been forgotten about. Mercifully the wind carried any noises away from his ears. The lithe form continued to form in his hands under the pen. Justin sighed deeply when it finally revealed what it wished to be and fought the urge to throw the figurine away from himself. “Another one?” Connor slid onto the rock next to him, peering at his work and blithely ignoring what they both knew would result in a pup for Kirsty to come home and ease the birth of when the time came. “Should we be looking for a mate for you, cousin?” He sighed and put the project away. “I don’t know, I doubt there’s one out there for me. I’m still unclean

A single snowflake Falls to her waiting sisters Then joins the river