Wheeling Gull Isle Ormai troppo lontano

he took to the game easily, as if he'd merely been waiting for her to start it. yakone laughed softly at the feeling of his head butting against her shoulder, and dove after him to retaliate with a nip at his hocks. but something stopped him, and by extension, stopped her. when the man froze, she did too, moon-silver gaze following his to the lone figure at the shore's edge. kona's hackles bristled almost imperceptibly, and she edged closer to her new companion with a touch of protective instinct.

she felt his eyes on her when he looked to her for reassurance. she turned back to him to nose his cheek gently, eyeing the newcomer all the while. perhaps if she had known the man's thoughts, she might have kept her distance from her new fun acquaintance.