Wheeling Gull Isle Wandering child of the earth,

The woman told her they spoke the same language, but the man carried no noticable accent, nor' seemed to have the curves she saw on her own coastal wolves. Though they were a Court Fanglong may not know of, for the one's she knew tended to be quite curvy, less muscular, and definitely not red. 

"I look for Yuelong." The woman held a thick Chinese accent as she troubled through English, "a woman, Ruò Shuāng, told it would be here." The mermaid held a neutral stance, she wasn't looking intimidating or dominating, but nor' did she hold a meek manner. A face of solemness, as she told him so.

"I am Fānglong."