Wheeling Gull Isle Day by day

The sound of a howl echoed across their land from the borders. Huā pulled herself upward from the new den in the forests, making the (no longer easy, due to pregnancy) trip towards the shore. Despite her weight though, she did not dawdle, and was there as soon as, well, as soon as you'd expect a heavily pregnant woman to get there. There at the borders stood a dark she-wolf not much younger than herself. Figuring the howl could likely only mean one thing, she introduced, Greetings. I am Huā, leader of Yuèlóng. What bring you to our border?