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

The huntress began to dig into the sand. Nu-gi-lik — she was quietly testing the syllables — Nu-ga. I like Nuga. Ying felt a claw clamp onto her toe and pulled back, revealing a small crab clinging to the thin meat around the nail. She panicked and flicked her wrist, sending the potential snack off into the distance.

She sucked her teeth and began digging once more. A curious eye was turned to Nuga, Where you come from? The coastal life seemed to come naturally to the she-wolf...in this encounter, at least. Ying had a feeling that there was more about her worth learning.