Wheeling Gull Isle and her body got that ass that a ruler couldn't measure

Despite what mix promised on Disco, Moorhen was not grumpy when she turned toward the sound of another's arrival. Well - actually, she was a little grumpy. But when she saw that it was Mou and that he seemed happy to see her, she gave a wag of her own tail and turned to greet him. Her legs quickly ate up the distance between them, and she ran a leathery nose (hers, if you were worried) through the fur of the male's pale cheek to get up-to-date on how he was doing.

Healthy. Seemed to be eating well enough. Needed to brush his teeth.

"How are you doing?" she asked, finding that this method of obtaining knowledge left something to be desired, in this case. Her words, because she'd said them many times, were both smooth and correct. And, seeing as she'd never had a real conversation with the male, she maybe expected his response to be smooth and correct as well.