Wheeling Gull Isle all I want to say

wrapping/fading!

It made Huā happy to see Mal play the oart of dad- as he deserved- though she had no idea the feelings of discomfort this experience would bring him later. His children didn't know him... and all she wanted was for the both of them, the kids and their father, to know and love eachother. When he playfully whined of rescue, she laughed a giggle like music, finally leaning forward to snatch little Haoming up by the nape- placing her between her black paws and wrapping a tail around. The puppies and their father would bond (somewhat awkwardly) for some more time, but eventually they met the bitter farewell of the evening, and Huā had to say goodbye to Mal once more.