Wheeling Gull Isle I've still got so much love hidden beneath this skin.

Huā was nearly beginning to drift off herself, eyes half-lidded as evening fell. But eyelids fluttered open at the noise of a tiny sneeze, a little whimper; Huā craned her neck and leaned down to lap at Luli's soft forehead. Smoothing down the fur, maybe warming her up a little if possible... she was content to continue until a strong scent hit her nose. Ruvik. She trusted him, and so was not sure why her fur stood on end. Where was Atausiq-? Ah... off on his trip. She was alone to answer guests, and she did not want to answer to them anyway. Still, without looking out she knew he lingered, and so croaked softly- Ruvik? Is you?