Wheeling Gull Isle good morning america!

writing in english rn cuz I'm lazy but shes speaking chinese LOL

The idea of Ying heading out to confront her flings was wholly embarrassing and uncomfortable. She knew that the men were likely ugly without the heat casting a glimmering sheet over her vision- in reality they were average men. She wondered if Ying would judge her standards.

Abaddon didn't tell me much about himself. He was just wandering the beach- his pelt held no pack's scent. She sighed. But he couldn't have gone far. Oh, why would she say that? As if she wished for Ying to find him- of course not! It would he better if the two never met. As for pregnancy, she had no wisdom to give either, and could only offer an unsure shrug of her shoulders.