Wheeling Gull Isle there's no pride in sharing scars to prove it

Without bothering to look back, or to slow down, Maera continued her reckless rampage. She picked up her pace, she jumped around, she moved erratically and with her mouth parting slightly, just enough to let her tongue slide out and hang loosely,  she kept running and running until a call behind her made her skid to a halt. She turned around to find something unexpected - the beautiful she wolf that had captivated her at Komodo's summoned meeting.
Ixchel.
Ixchel Corten.

Maera hadn't yet figured what the relation between Ixchel and Axolotl was, she had forgotten to ask him when they had met after the improptu gathering (she didn't even know what the relation between Axolotl and herself was!). But she guessed she would soon find out. With her tail waving behind her, playfully and invitingly, Maera dropped into a very generic 'play' pose, her front legs bent and her bottom high. She gave a yip, an acceptance to her non-verbal request to join in, and after giving her tail a couple of more wags she took off again, her legs stretching as she broke into a full blown gallop. Maera could only hope the curiosity she felt towards the Corten was reciprocated - that's why she did not break the silence just yet, figuring that if she wanted (like her) to speak, she would keep up.