Wheeling Gull Isle Every face along the boulevard

The chuff broke her thoughts like the crack of ice as weight was pressed atop the surface. The sylph's head turned slowly, gaze catching sight of another figure who's pelt shone a mystical looking silver in the moon's light. A slight, warm smile graced her features, tail swaying gently behind her rear - she did not know him, but he was an Undersea wolf and so she would greet him as a friend. Faeryn returned the chuff, silently inviting him over with a sweeping gesture from her muzzle. "Hey." Her soft voice drifted on the breeze.