Wheeling Gull Isle run to beat the sunlight

A chuff startled her, and she turned; Rokig, The yearling called, ears perking. Her tail swished a little faster now, and she moved to close the distance without leaving the water. Her lips curved in an affectionate grin, though the expression dropped into something like mock-suspicion at his comment. Were you watching me?
Lainie wasn't put off by the idea; if anything, it intrigued her. She let it pass without further comment, though. The smile returned with his next statement. I am. Thank you— really, There was some unease to her tone— evidence of her lack of familiarity with such expressions. But she meant it. I owe you a lot.