Wheeling Gull Isle east is up

 

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tail moved behind her once more when the sound was repeated, gaze trained on the hawkish eye that, a moment ago, was turned toward her. she doesn't pick up on the way that it mists over, much too interested in his face as a whole to focus on his eye for long. abruptly, she flattens onto the cool floor, head atop her paws as she watched him, rear limbs spread out behind. "fern." she announced this after a stretch of silence, carefully pronounced lest she confuse the syllables, as she often tended to. it hung in the air a moment perfect and whole, and a smile stretched across her muzzle and she looked to him expectantly, quite proud.