Wheeling Gull Isle And I am confident

His eyes were so warm. Ana was startled by that. She only stood for a moment, looking equally as if she might cry and burst out laughing at the same time. She stared at him.

Then with a shrill shriek she pitched forward to slam her forelegs into the ground in a wild imitation of his playbow. And it felt wonderful. She beat the sand over and over with her legs, having the time of her life while giving every appearance of attempting to murder the sand in a fit of rage.