Wheeling Gull Isle they're coming to take me away, ha-ha!

An invitation to play greeted his wuff, which he responded to with a wagging tail. Whilst words lingered on the tip of his tongue—an excessive amount, perhaps—not a single one was to be uttered. Instead, Xiaoqing dropped his frontal half to the ground whilst his hind end swayed from the motion of his eager tail. But then the wagging faltered, slowed and stiffened, the calm before the storm—

—and towards her did the child then pounce, forelimbs stretched out towards her as he sought to make contact. From ear to ear was a smile spread across his maw, soft but excited, anticipating her response.