Wheeling Gull Isle because I'd go berserk?

if she were older, old enough to have a sense of humor, she might've chortled at haoming's awkward, unsteady movements. for now she stared, face neutral, though tail naturally broke into a stubby wag as well. the noise her sister had invented interested her so much so that she wanted to try it too. b-bah, she breathed in quiet, thoughtful imitation. she pulled herself upward on little feet, intending to make her way towards haoming as well, though her movements were much more balanced. all the while her dark little tail wagged a mile a minute, understanding the new joy of interacting with her siblings.