Wheeling Gull Isle do you see their starry pain

the sister had found an interesting place, ideal to not be around others. she did not have to worry about being around a crowd of canines, nor did she have to think about where she was going. the tiny dancer could dance in peace, sing without an audience.

tonight she found herself restless though she never slept very well in an unfamiliar place, she wandered the beaches. her coloring allowed her to blend in with the night, a perfect camouflage when watching a rather pretty woman gazing up at the sparkling holes in the sky. the waves covered the around of her movement as she neared the pride rock, she did not know her but by her scent and her looks she could tell she was related to the sisters in someway.

a gentle bark came from her lips as she sat at the base of the ledge, curious if she would be allowed up with her but she would never assume. instead she looked up at the stars, awaiting to be acknowledged. as trained, one did not talk unless spoken to first.