Wheeling Gull Isle The saltwater room.

Movement, again, and soon a giant black snout was aimed directly at her tiny face. All previous recognition melted away and Luli's delayed thoughts were of how she should move away, how this huge creature staring right at her was going to gobble her up, and how trying to better utilise her newfound vision was a dumb idea.

Too little and underdeveloped to make any sort of getaway nevermind a speedy one, the tiniest seadragon did the next best thing: she closed her eyes to block it all out. They couldn't see her if she couldn't see them, right?

She settled once again, however, as the touch of an adult muzzle to her own came delicately. Nostrils flared, she inhaled deep the warm aroma of her mother and fear of the incoming nose became a distant memory. Luli cooed in delight at the hooded she-wolf and shifted her head to rest her chin atop the bridge of Huā's snout to reach for a better look at her vivid, seaglass eyes.