Wheeling Gull Isle xv. tell me every secret, share every story

The woman's gaze swung to the side, locking upon Connor with familiarity as he strolled into the clearing. Her tail took up a welcoming tempo as it beat the earth, a smile blooming across her features as her lips parted to greet him warmly - only for a muffled string of words to escape around the male's catch. 

"Sorry?" She giggled softly, unable to make out what he said. 

"Hi, Connor, I'd love some," she answered back cheekily with a laugh, standing and joining him alongside her half-dug pits. 

"Just pick a hole, I suppose, and start deepening and widening it," she suggested, taking up a perch over a large cache and beginning to dig once more.