Wheeling Gull Isle one of my turns

She bestowed a kiss upon Maegi's forehead, just above her eyes as the girl offered her gratitude.  Her tail tattooed on the ground, a whine caught in her throat.  As if she could sense the girl's paralysis (though a mindreader she was not), she stood decisively and swayed her head back towards the den.  As far as she was concerned, the broken child was welcome to stay with the broken Apaata family.  

At the girl's continued questioning, her brows knit and she shook her head once.  No, she had never met a Cicero.  Her tongue smoothed over her lips in apology.