In his hands he carried a small white gull, apparently dead, its wings neatly furled.

Suddenly, this big white gull came in at me from twelve o'clock high.

Four white gulls sailed low across the water, their wingtips touching the waves.

They watched them fly away like white gulls on thewind.

Only white gulls picked over the bones and the artfully preserved bodies;.

He wasn't surprised to see the white gull soar overhead.

Squinting up into the sun, Marbleheart saw three great white gulls flying there, looking down at him.

"He called to us, however," a larger, whiter gull reminded him.

Against the cloudless blue sailed a flock of white gulls.

He looked up at the single black and white gull that floated high above the mainmast.