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

This was nice in a strange way. He didn't have to talk to fill the void. Instead, they did...whatever this was. He would have called it sparring but it was like no spar he had ever had before. Nor was it any sort of vicious fight. It was enjoyable even if weird, he didn't mind the weird part though.

With a grip on her tail, he gave a few small tugs wondering if he might receive a paw to the face.