Wheeling Gull Isle and if you don't want me at my goodnight

She was as a Sphinx, presiding over her domain. The guardian maintained her station with careful obedience. Each visitor that came was greeted with the same stoic stare, though she often slipped a smile when no one was around to see. 

Ying enjoyed her self-imposed responsibility, but loathed her inability to hunt. She couldn't wander too far from the stranger (@Nukilik), so most worthwhile prey was out of question. Unless...

Hey, she barked, Can you hunt? She had wandered to the woman's side and stood, waiting for an answer.