Wheeling Gull Isle The air was heavy with salt

Gailiv couldn't suppress a little smile when the woman laughed. This lady was clearly important, by her manner and her elegance, but she was also like the sea: bright and encouraging.
"I can hunt," Gailiv answered, "and I can learn. Where I was from we had many gods and a rich culture, and I had the role of safeguarding our traditions. I have heard that Yuèlóng has a beautiful culture of its own, and if allowed someday in the future I would be honoured to learn of and safekeep your traditions too."
Gailiv didn't know if she was perhaps rambling, but she hoped she could be useful to this pack if accepted. She had always worked hard at least.