Wheeling Gull Isle Hurtin' for a smile

Her call did not go answered. He called out and Nym murmured softly, "Ya."

As he approached, the girl greeted him with the feral language that was her native tongue - she dipped automatically into a submissive stance and chirped a soft sound that stated she wasn't here for trouble. She glanced at him curiously, feeling as if she knew him. 

As he drew closer, the girl realized it was the copper agouti who she'd met along the coast - so this is where he ended up. "You," she stated, unaware that she was mixing him up with his brother. Disregarding the fact that the last time she'd seen Sockeye he'd been irritated by her inability to communicate, she let out a soft rumble of recognition.