Wheeling Gull Isle seaside, sandy shores, surprise

ooh hehe hi!!

Huā trod on what was likely one of her last border patrols before she would be bedridden with puppy pains. Her heavy stomach swung when she walked quickly which made her feel ashamed, and so her steps were careful and guided. It was during this patrol that she caught the sight of a stone-and-earth man who hung rather casually on the edge of the island, pacing in a way that seemed aimless. Seaglass eyes clutched him, she was curious, and protective of her people- and so she approached, halting just a couple yards off to call out to him, tone somewhat friendly. Greetings. You, um, near territory of Yuèlóng. Something I can help you with, or...?