Wheeling Gull Isle it feels so good to be together

Several days had passed since her most recent conversation. While the others enjoyed themselves inland, Ying had entered into a self-enforced quarantine that was both unnecessary and regrettable. The den was only deep enough to hold her hind-half, so her head lay slumped on outstretched forelegs. She sighed and turned onto her back to watch the seabirds tease from above.