Wheeling Gull Isle can i get a kiss goodnight?

Ying's words only served to anger Huā further as the siren's fur spiked along her spine. She found her logic strange- the girl had been gone for a week, the borders had been refreshed by those who were here. Not those who were off somewhere far away. Anything Ying had left behind from her last visit to the island must have been replaced by now. 

And when she calls the caches hers- not theirs, but hers- Huā narrows her eyes. It took all her will to keep her black lips from raising to show pearly fangs. And the way she implied that she would be in charge if she wanted to! Perhaps it was true, perhaps not, but Huā was unwilling to acknowledge it. She was the center of the group, the one who resolved arguements between Mei and Ying. She was never the perpetrator. Until now. But she saw herself as the perfect balance; reserved but not rude, in touch with her feelings and yet logical. Of course she was the prime empress! The idea of Ying ruling made her scoff mentally. The pack would end up as some sort of harem, with Ying's foreign male concubines all tending to her every need. What a laugh.

Mei repeats her question, and a good thing too- were it not for her sister's calmer disposition, she might've snapped right then and there. I worried about you too Ying. You have no idea. But she refused to confess it out loud. The moment Ying had denied her affections, was the moment she gave up the right to Huā's love expressed in words. For now she hung behind Mei silently, cold gaze still boring into Ying's own.