Wheeling Gull Isle always laughing in the midst of power

she’d seen many wolves approach death’s door, but none with wounds like this. ying assumed that the girl was already dead based on the strong scent of decay, and only stepped from the foliage to investigate upon hearing those pitiful cries of protest.

still, she held to the background, watching in silence as the scavenger continued its attack. ying admired her strong will, her willingness to fight off fate, but knew in her heart that one could only fight for so long.

she wanted to give the girl a fighting chance. ying walked closer to her backside, watching the sparse canopy to track the bird’s steps. 你快死了, she said, voice emotionless and still, do you understand that?