Wheeling Gull Isle ain't no spring or fall at all anymore

Finding her way about the island was going to take some getting used to, but Aimi was getting the hang of things at her own pace.

There was something particularly ethereal about this place they called Yuèlóng -- the calm, the quiet -- it was similar yet so different from back home, though certainly not in a bad way. Best of all; there was no one here to tell the otter how to act. No one to constantly be up her ass about how tomboyish she was in comparison to a proper girl -- yeah, she could get used to this....

No promises that she wasn't going to eventually start trouble like back at home though....

Her lazy paw steps eventually arrived towards the quiet's opening -- which was yet another place she hadn't come across here. Though it wasn't the cave that Aimi was focused on; it was the overwhelmingly pretty she-wolf that stood at it's entrance.

She was wary of these new wolves, but they were a part of her home now, and so the coastal girl announced her arrival with a chuff before making her way over....