Wheeling Gull Isle east is up

 

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the male was still beneath her careful attention, tail wagging carefully behind her when he made a sound she decided was an affirmative. she repeated it softly, chirping it out off the tip of her tongue. ears pivoted back and graze her, and her jaws opened to tug at them as she did to stockholm's odd little tufts, but more often at seelie's temping dark ones. but she could not! it was wrong, she realized, and her jaws shut abruptly as she picked herself off of his scruff. 

she padded over to his face and sat beside it, peering over his brow at the missing eye, scarred and furrowed. he couldn't make much sense of his face, yet she didn't much mind. blinking, she expelled the air from her lungs in a huff, peering once at the den entrance as if an upset Reed might appear at any moment.  "'ood." she proclaimed, peering at his good eye and wondering if he made any other sounds.