Wheeling Gull Isle Wandering child of the earth,

Her form shifted to slightly more submissive, as her tail tucked between, but she still held her head fairly even. She tried to describe in what she could no words, that she meant no harm, and dipped her head in respect. Fanglong knew what it meant well, and he was not a simple man. Perhaps not of same-culture, but it seemed he was accepted. 

"No," the dark woman replied with a head-shake, "here to join. I hunt, sing and dance."