Wheeling Gull Isle No one knows anything but us.

Haoming felt herself be nudged by a large shape - warm and sweet smelling, like the milk she indulged on. A soft pop sounded as the pup dislodged from the teat and bumped her little nose against her mother's massive muzzle, trying to sniff and gather some kind of information for her puppy brain. Perhaps this part provided more food. But a few moments of mouthing and sniffing told her that no, that was not the case. The infant huffed out a sigh and wobbled slightly as her mother urged her off of Luli. Little dappled paws returned to her mother's stomach and she sought out a nipple again, though luckily not in Luli's direction.