Wheeling Gull Isle making my way downtown

at last is her quest successful, and she finds herself lodged firmly between two spindly forelimbs. her sense of achievement fills her like the warmth of Seelie, a relatively new feeling for the tiny collie. for a few moments, she remained still and content, until she sensed some change in the light around her and made to focus on the den entrance, eye's wide as she attempted to process the colour and shadow, she understood slowly that there was something new at the den's entrance, and such gave a tiny trash and a chirp, but made no great effort to leave her position.