Wheeling Gull Isle your bones, your eager blood

no worries!

though they've shared a den since birth, reed has never bothered herself with the attention of her brother, and now that she has it, she pauses, unsure of what to do next. she does like that he's stopped - it's good, that he understand how vitally important she is, and how much attention should be paid to her. carefully the would-be princess waddles closer, reaching out her tiny nose to bump against his face, snuffing noisily as she inspects him. a similarly sized bundle of fur. smells of mother and the den and a little bit of their less-competant father-guardian. smells like her. 

she can work with this.

"mmryhp," she tells him, voice oddly authoritative for a child of few weeks. "yawrp?"