Wheeling Gull Isle sea fever

That she turned toward him at all was enough to appease him, though mood was further improved by her sad attempts at returning the gesture. It became clear very quickly that it wouldn't be happening then, and as soon as he'd discerned the fact, King popped out of his bow and wagged his tail furiously in praise of what little she'd accomplished. And when she 'barked', he barked back, his voice loud and booming, but hopefully friendly enough not to frighten her off.

He bowed once more, but quickly melted into a wiggling puddle, hoping his wisp would feel more at ease with him lower than herself. Mimmicking her still, he held out a paw as she did, reaching toward her as her rolled onto his back and craned his head in her direction. Look at me, he said, look how silly I am!