Wheeling Gull Isle what would hope be without disappointment

She gently assured him, leaning forward with slow movements as if she were approaching an alert deer. Ruvik continued to meekly cower, panicked gaze never reaching Ying's own. He remembered too from the meeting that she had been promoted to be a leader alongside Huā. However, the exact name of her rank was in a foreign tongue, one he struggled to pronounce.

At the woman's greeting, the male croaked out a quiet, "hello." Hesitantly, he then began to creep forward, tongue flicking in and out nervously. "Ying?" he said, tone questioning, before he bowed his head in submission. "W-warrior queen, yes?"