Wheeling Gull Isle nothing but goodbye

Crouched low, Tzila had been waiting. Pale eyes darting to either side, her ears finely tuned for any approach of others coming close. She desperately wanted to peek up over the rim of the shallow, mini crater in which she had placed herself. Had wanted to let her tail wag in anticipation. But she resisted, knowing she would give herself away.

With baited breath she listened and watched where she could. Only she wasn't expecting a quietly misplaced paw to slip down and press against her posterior. Ears flying upright, with a reeling screech of surprise, she turned around to face Aiolos, her accidental discoverer. Rather than snap at him, her brows crinkled in an expression of mock seriousness, before she broke out into a play bow.