Wheeling Gull Isle mitexi

She didn't quite know what this was about, but she dragged herself away from the idle task she had been engaged in, moving from the brush up to the Skybowl with tentative steps. She'd never been to the peak before--and her last foray into higher elevation had ended disastrously--so it was with relief that she spotted others already gathered.

Maegi gave Coelacanth a gentle nudge to the shoulder with her nose, kissed the top of Fern's tiny forehead, and flashed a smile towards the others, which grew bigger as she saw Rokig. She trotted clumsily over to him, bumping against him companionably with her scrawny shoulder to his.

"Hey," she remarked casually, though she couldn't deny the excited churning of her stomach as she looked up at the grayscale young man. "What's all this for, do you know?" It seemed to be some sort of pack meeting; she'd not experienced much of those in her life, but the meetings she had been privy to had never been good, particularly when the creepy wolves had challenged Vaati.

Hopefully, none of that bad luck had followed her here.