Wheeling Gull Isle one of my turns

It seemed as if her words would not be enough to placate the girl until she burst into a sob, and the sandstone woman's ears perked as her mouth parted in surprise.  She did not make to move away, instead she hooked a forepaw around the perpetually grinning girl in a makeshift hug.  She tucked her head fully against the child's as salty tears soaked her chest, and she hummed a tune to soothe her.

She did not know the sorrows that plagued the girl, but she knew in this moment that she had claimed the ghostgirl as one of her own.  Maegi was her brood now, for all they had at the moment was each other.