Wheeling Gull Isle I pray the lord my soul to take...

Besides the first thought to pop up in her mind being 'Holy hell, he is adorable, I want to protect him with my life', it was still apparent that she needed to do a lot more to gain the youngin's trust.

As she approached to a stop, she settled down on her stomach and placed her head between her paws -- tail still swaying gently behind her. The patterning on his fur was dark -- slightly reminding her of her brother's coat. Was he a relative she didn't know of? Or perhaps not, Aimi would never know until finding out.

"Aimi. I'm called Aimi..."