Wheeling Gull Isle your grace is wasted in your face

He had growled again, his actions filled with agression but she did not understand. What had he meant by ocean, what was a you stubborn little? All these actions were new to her, all but the action he was performing now. His teeth connected with her scruff and this was the moment she would begin to struggle, her little legs moving as if she were to swim in the open air. Was this when you were to make nose for your mother, did she need to open her mouth? 

This was when she opene her lips, sharp squeaks came.. maybe even a few attempts to say mama.