Wheeling Gull Isle I've tasted blood, and it is sweet

For Huā! (@Summerr because I keep forgetting Huā is untaggable lmao). Takes place in Dragon Heights.

Here she was again -- standing upon the cliff as a tiny grain of sand in comparison to the vastness of the Isle. Though this time, things were much more serene than they were during their last visit. No more nervous uncertainty that caused her discomfort, and certainly no more backhand doubts that made her believe she wasn't cut out for this and returning home. 

No; Aimi had found her calling, and it was here amongst a new world she had yet to explore the entirety of. Educating herself about the world of nature her wolven brethren shared the same space as, and doing what she'd been told so many times in the past she couldn't do: Defend her hearth and family as a guardian -- a warrior.

Amongst the stars is where the young otter sat, gazing at the blanket of darkness which consumed the sky. The only thing that filled the silence were the sounds of crickets, seabreeze and waves crashing against their claim. Though it was not until the sound of footsteps made her jump ever-so slightly in suprise and turn to see who it was....