Fundy had recently moved to Quesadilla Island after finding out he had a younger sister. And that Wilbur wasn't there. It was the Fourth of July, and everyone was lighting off fireworks. Everyone but him and Tallulah. He knew she had problems with loud noises. She cuddled up to him, covering her ears, crying softly. Some booms edge faint, some were loud. She flinched at the loud ones. "Shhh, it's alright Tallulah. It'll be over soon." He wrapped his tail around her to comfort her.