Wheeling Gull Isle salt blooded

Yuèlóng was busy these days with coming and going. For a while there she'd been worried about their numbers- so had Ying- but now she was confident that word of her pack was spreading. Or perhaps it was the intrigue of visiting an island and finding people present- but whatever it was, it had her answering calls left and right like the receptionist at an office. This song pulled her up from where she lay beside Atausiq, resting, and towards the coast. 

No longer did she ever feel elegant in the face of her guests- she was a round little thing, ripe with children and lacking the lithe qualities she'd had just two months ago. But Huā would do what she could to feel like empress- and so she approached the woman with a careful gait and tilted chin. The girl was near Huā in age, dark with captivating mercury eyes and a nape dipped in red wine. Admittedly a pretty girl. Huā gave her a little once over, before introducing herself. I am Huā. You stand at border of Yuèlóng, what bring you to us?