Cerulean Cape it calls me

a voice to complement the ocean's calm demeanor calls out her name. chun tao lets her head fall back to neutral while turning to meet her greeter. it is with delight that she sights the gray-beige of huā zhen's fur, the dark sea rock hue of her legs, the cerulean of her rounded eyes. "表姐!" chun tao chirps, striding forth from the wake with water trailing from darkened limbs.

"表哥见到你很高兴," she says, appraising huā with a critical but caring eye. "你吃得好吗?" it seems to chun most prudent to assess her family's state of health before querying about her brother and her sister. they are both clever wolves who don't get lost as easily as she.