Wheeling Gull Isle because I'd go berserk?

Like her sister, Haoming craved to see more, as well. Perhaps not for more... philosophical reasons, but certainly because she was tired of being in this dark little den all the time. She perked her still-floppy ears when Nuwu made a noise, baby blue eyes drifting over toward her sister. 

"B-bah!" she announced, getting to unsteady feet and staggering toward her sister, stubby tail attempting a wag. So much less dignified already than the sand-colored girl, awkward in her speech and movements.