Wheeling Gull Isle Time is precious (All Welcome, plz join)

Mees felt all but impressed by the strange rituals that Yves showed him, like first barging in on a meeting like an oversized elephant without proper introductions and then disappearing again into thin air. Now she was yapping all about duties and trying to patronize Mees. Although most of the time the yearling was timid, shy and humble, this sort of uncalled for behavior called a rebellious resistance from within.

"I'm curious to what you have to say about the meeting and important matters." Goldy Locks, Mees wanted to add but he bit his leathery lips right on time. However, there was one thing he didn't like; "However, unless you want to be bitten in the butt, I'd move your eyes elsewhere." Orange eyes narrowed as his ears flattened, just to hint that the threat was serious. In wolf language, locking eyes was more than just a challenge, it was a threat, and as such Mees considered it to be a red flag. Feeling tense, Mees was ready for whatever would be thrown at him.