Wheeling Gull Isle blossom

having only ever been close with his paternal cousins, kun wouldn't recognize any of his maternal cousins by looks alone. a glimpse is sent towards the woman who's form looms in the distance ...watching him, but initially she goes largely ignored. kun, knowing this isn't good pack etiquette — and not really caring — lets out a small huff as he gathers another strand of washed up seaweed, nosing through the seafoam that accumulates and is left behind when the waves recedes, adds it to his pile.

only to realize she's still watching. if you're going to stare you could at least offer to help. kun sing-songs sardonically, assuming that she wouldn't understand as he keeps going in his mission, determined not to let his watcher interrupt him.