Wheeling Gull Isle shāzhōu de kāifàng

She knew that something about the circumstances was wrong, but she couldn't figure out what exactly it was. Ying survived by forgetting, which allowed her an ease that she might not have otherwise had. Her tail began an excited wag as she tilted her head curiously, suddenly relieved of the majority of her fury. Another game? she asked, taking a step forward, I will win this time.

The distance left between them was easily closed. Ying stalked forward and circled to Asmodeus's side, preening the fur along his throat as she went. Confident that the attack would go unnoticed, she moved onto her hindlegs and pressed her weight against him, hoping to begin a tumble that would end with her on her back.