Wheeling Gull Isle and I got on my knees

Haoming was sleeping, which honestly was a rare occurence for the girl. She was usually active, usually snuffling around and trying to explore. At least to the very limits of her puppy body. So when she felt a nose against her side and something attempting to roll her over, Haoming let out a soft growl as she was awakened. The nose against her side was not her mother's, but rather a small one - one of the mounds that feasted alongside her most days. Dappled paws stretched out and her nose turned to bump against her sibling's, vocalizing in whines and grumbles even if the other pup couldn't hear.