Wheeling Gull Isle don't be cautious, don't be kind

His head pulled back, eyes closing briefly to avoid the kicked up sand. Silver eyes opening again once he was sure there was no more loose sand heading towards his face. It was going to take a bit of time to get used to the terrain.

Rokig felt the presence of her teeth on his tail, his hind end swaying as if to engage in a game of tug o' war with his own tail. He leaned his head down to offer a gentle nip to the hind leg closest to him. While the stomach might have been a more smart option if this was real, it wasn't. Nor was he trying to actually spook or hurt her.