Dragoncrest Cliffs This island our prison, our home.

When her mother's paw was placed on the wood, Suzu pressed down with both of hers, making an audible groan of effort as she did so. To her relief, the wood moved- and the seagull's foot was freed. She scampered behind her grandmother, who moved to shield her, and only peeked out when she heard its wingbeats grow softer. 

She emerged from Erzulie's side, hopping on top of the driftwood log, to look over at the gull, which had landed some 40 feet away, and had begun to preen its ruffled feathers. Still, it looked indignant, angry- but she supposed that for some birds, that was the only facial expression they had. Her tail waved, and she glanced at her mother with a small smile, before she made her best imitation of a gull's call- three shrill shrieks, hoping the bird might finally show some form of gratitude. 

The gull looked in the direction of the wolves, crouched, and began to beat its way into the air, winging away from them. 

Suzu giggled, and slid down off the driftwood log, pressing against Erzulie's leg like an affectionate kitten. "Bird need ta leawn manners." She commented.