Wheeling Gull Isle We must be swift as the coursing river

huojin’s attentiveness to the goings-on outside of their den only increased with age. he’d found himself the perfect hiding spot between two stone spires, from which he could watch without being seen.. assuming he could remain quiet long enough.

he watched the unfamiliar woman scale pride rock’s edge, stopping just short of the entrance to their sleeping space. huojin craned his neck for a better view, sending stones toppling into the quiet, and thus revealing his position.

with no other options, he slowly descended and stepped into view. 你是谁? he asked. bright eyes stared directly into the woman’s, curious about her intentio