Wheeling Gull Isle I am joined by Magister Soris Alar

getting up required effort, and ava was still so tired -- up until anathema's cheerful clicks turned into a rowdy spate of bites.

hey! no fair! her ears pulled back as she flailed her front legs, trying to push anathema away. it occurred to her after several seconds of struggling that she could use her hind legs too -- these she propped against the soft of anathema's belly, pushing with a little growl in answering play.