Wheeling Gull Isle bridge to somewhere

She admitted to overreacting, and Luke smiled warmly at her as she apologized. "No problem," he said, his tail wagging gently. He was not one to hold a grudge or let such small things bother him, it was pretty much water under the bridge as soon as it had happened.

"I've never seen one before," Luke answered, his head tilting to the side. "It looks soft. I used to keep all sorts of skins in my den," the latter half he offered tentatively, not sure if she would take further offense to him keeping hides in his den. "I promise I won't bite," he added in jest, grinning playfully as his tail picked up its pace again.