Wheeling Gull Isle i'm growing and it hurts

Her face cracked in a grin, laughing as Droman offered a reasonable amendment to his compliments. She shrugged, tail slowly swaying behind her. "I guess we both have a lot to learn," Maegi responded, returning his nudge. It was so weird, having friends her age that weren't Ramsay or Euron. She wasn't sure if she'd ever get used to it.

For once, she was tiring of dark subjects, and she arced her stunted paw through the water to give him a gentle splash, droplets gleaming on his ruff. "Wanna play tag?" she asked, giggling. She waggled her bad foreleg in illustration. "I'm pretty easy to catch." She didn't know how much this would drag down her self-esteem, but hey--it was only a game.

And Droman seemed nice. Maybe he'd let her win!

Without another word, Maegi wheeled around and started to sprint awkwardly through the surf, not even looking behind her to see if Droman was following. Water kicked up around her, soaking her snowy pelt, and she laughed through her heavy breathing, enjoying the feeling of sand under her feet, the sun beating down on her body.