Wheeling Gull Isle my heart is saying that it's time again

The guardian listened for stray noises — yips, barks — but found nothing worth consideration. She began to walk further onto the island and motioned for the sisters to do the same. Ying noticed that the scent of brine was particularly strong to the east so she was careful to keep north, not wanting to accidentally make a wrong turn.

The trees dotting the forest were tall and lined with pine needles. She wondered how the island might look in the spring, once the snow in the innermost territory had finished melting. It's not what I expected, she joked back to Hua, tail beating excitedly. But...yeah, it's pretty.