Wheeling Gull Isle and I got on my knees

It was just one of the fuzzies that were like Haoming. The girl could not think in complexities, of course, but she did understand a sense of likeness that came with the touching of this other creature. Paws stretched out and her nose moved forward as she unknowingly chased the little creature, not wanting her to get away. Ever the emboldened adventurer, Haoming pressed forward, only hesitating slightly when she felt other toes - like her own! - tap against her shoulder. 

A mmrrrp! sound escaped her, and she nuzzled up against the other little body, eager to learn and explore.