Wheeling Gull Isle look how long we've been around each other

There wasn't much to show for her effort. She'd only made it a few inches below the surface before the questioning began. Ying paused her digging and turned a curious eye to her cousin, wondering why it hadn't been obvious. Digging a den, she said, so...I can sleep. It seemed like a solid lie, with the dig site being so close to the border. These were her normal stomping grounds, anyway. What are you doing?