Wheeling Gull Isle making my way downtown

she stirred as she slowly drifted closer to awake and aware, but abruptly found herself both when sensation trail between her ears. gaze blinked open (still something to get used to, light and sight and opened eyes) and she offered a soft squeak as her only complaint to leaving the happy contentness of sleep, releasing the teat she held still in her maw. she had yet to gain the adventurousness of her brother, and it seemed the bi-toned pup would always be just a bit behind her brother in many regards. but her world was still young, and the future hardly mattered now; not when she had the capability to roll herself closer to Seelie and share in more of her warmth. attempting to wedge herself under a forelimb, she made it her sole mission to find more of that delightful warmth.