Wheeling Gull Isle I wanna live a life from a new perspective

Faeryn's  pale ears perked forward to catch the name that was whispered by the sheepdog - Seelie. Fae gave another gentle smile, opening her muzzle to speak again. "It's nice to meet you, Seelie." She could tell, as Seelie shuffled slowly toward the fish, that she was wary. Did she not trust Faeryn? Honestly, there was nothing to fear from the blue wolfess, but she did not blame the other for it. Fae did not trust too easily either.

A paw came, reaching out for the fish that was close to them both. In hopes to encourage her further, the delta moved slowly backward, away from the scaled creature so that Seelie might take it. She had no ill intentions - she simply wished for a friend.