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

He lowered himself to the sandy ground as she twisted, his own form stretching forth (which was a sight to see mentioning he was so compacted) to try and grab her tail if she didn't move fast enough. It would leave them in a strange circle of sorts but that would be part of the challenge, part of the fun.

It was a mix of playful growl and whine that escaped the compact male with his jaws parted.