Wheeling Gull Isle i know, i know

They're so pretty. The huntress crouched down beside him, watching through childlike eyes as the creatures continued to roam. She wondered where they had come from, and how long they might intend to stay. Being the Gēnjú, she wondered if a pack hunt might be beneficial. 

Ying set her head down against outstretched paws. A distant whinny caught her attention, and she immediately perked back up with tail beating behind her. In the distance, one could see the silhouette of what appeared to be a foal. Look! she whispered to Feng, pointing excitedly to the babe.