Wheeling Gull Isle shāzhōu de kāifàng

The guardian quietly repeated the name — As-mo-de-us. — and nodded in understanding. I am Ying, she told him. A small smile began to grow as her eyes shifted to the forest behind him. Do you hunt? she asked, tail beating with excitement, We can play a game. 

You win, I will not try to kill you. I win...we will see. Her face was tilted downward as she shot him an expectant glance and waited for his assumed agreeance.