Wheeling Gull Isle i will fly a yellow paper sun in your sky

It was hard to stay mad at her with the silent apology that one could only understand from a friend. His features softened slightly but he didn't dare speak, only returned her long gaze.

Her next words caused his ears to pin back. If allowed he would aim to push his nose into the scruff of her neck, a brief touch before respectfully pulling away again. I'm sorry you had to go through that. It wasn't you, though. It just happens sometimes. My own mother actually. He answered vaguely with a soft shrug of his shoulders. Rokig had never really talked about it before but now seemed as good of a time as ever.

I'm sure Coelacanth would love to see you, though. The extra paws might be nice. He said with a soft chuckle, thinking of their inky leader being overran by children. We can always visit together too.