Wheeling Gull Isle arirang

// you're totally fine!

As luck would have it - or bad luck, in Sae's case - there were certainly prying eyes in the vicinity. Not that Haoming minded much. She'd been traveling further and further from the den recently - all over the little island, in fact, and she was getting acquainted with the landscape. Not necessarily her packmates, as those still stressed her out from time to time. But she liked the traveling by herself. 

The rock arch was cool, she thought, but it was occupied today. Dark ears perked and her eyes - still puppy blue - took in the sight of the dark wolf there. He was big, darker than anyone she'd met before, and he was doing weird things with his voice in a language she didn't really understand. Some of it almost sounded like her own, but not quite. 

She paused, listening, and arched a brow. It was a nice sound, she decided. 

Patiently, the girl waited to the end of his music before she spoke. "N-nuh-nǐ zài... zài z-zuò shén... me?" she asked, voice stilted and unsteady. Her speech impediment was not improving, though her vocabulary certainly was.