Wheeling Gull Isle ii. moondust

Her prickly brown friend was only doing what she had done herself in the valley; she wanted to protect her home, her island.  While the raven understood this, it still made her nervous.  She bounded between the ghost-girl who had followed her (taking in her injuries in full for the first time) Moorhen, and Yakone, whimpering as her tail tattooed against her hocks.  

Once, she darted in and nipped at the brown one like they had done back in the valley, but upon realizing that might not be the best thing to do given the situation, she rolled over and curled her wrists over her narrow ribcage.