Wheeling Gull Isle Four and twenty blackbirds

Koi burbled a soft, babyish laugh when Thresher’s cold, wet nose made contact with her cheek, a shimmy running down the length of her spine and exploding in a tail-wriggle that knocked her off balance. Unperturbed, she carefully regained her footing, setting her hind legs just a little further apart to hold her up. Her floppy ears perked visibly at the sound of Reed’s voice, and her misty blue gaze swayed unsteadily before fixing upon the young Fearghal’s face. Koi wouldn’t go without Thresher, but she did try to expedite the process, urging her sister on with a wheedling little whine and a few timid steps forward. The pearl was more curious about the gift-giver than the gift itself, but already her nose was working, quivering and twitching as she drew in the unfamiliar, cool-spiced scent.