Wheeling Gull Isle sprung off

As she grew, Haoming had spent more and more time adventuring outside the den. Some of the bigger wolves she didn't like, but overall things were okay here. It would be better if it was just her and her little family though.

Short legs carried the dappled girl up the rocks, brows drawing together when she spotted a brand new face. Reddish, like Luli, but brighter, and smaller than them. Puppy blue eyes narrowed in confusion as she approached the creature, letting out a woof of greeting.

"N-ni..." she began, concentrating on what she wanted to say. "...shí sh-shèi?"