Wheeling Gull Isle shāzhōu de kāifàng

Snowstorms. She had never considered that something as soft as snow could storm, but remembered the information anyway. Ying was glad that she'd made it through most of the winter inland without any major (weather-related) disturbances.

You walk beside shāzhōu de kāifàng, the guardian explained, My family lives on that place. She used a paw to point back toward the island. Had they come up with a name yet? She would have to ask Hua about it, since that would make border confrontations much simpler.

Ying looked him over once more. What your name? she asked, voice softer and less demanding.