Wheeling Gull Isle guess i'm the blue, new blood

Best believe I'm throwing her at this ;3

The otter, who was currently a sleeping ball in her den, quickly unfurled from her position when the sound of pawsteps and the scent of someone not of Yuélóng appeared nearby. Whats more, this foreigner's scent smelled farmiliar -- and not in a good way either...

'No, it better not be...' the sandy woman thought to herself through gritted teeth. But low and behold, it was.

Aimi's quickened pace came to a halt as she stood from far behind and stared -- eyes and mouth slightly agape in disbelief that she'd find the dark pleaged wolf here at all. Why was he in Yuélóng's territory!? Didn't he have some more saltwater to choke on?

"Ren-dick." The sandy female drawled with seething vexation, nails practically digging into the earth below her as she stomped towards the leggy young man. "What you doing here?" Because If they were trespassing,  she'd be MORE than happy to chase him out.