Wheeling Gull Isle My name is Bilius Felcrex

Ana wanted new flowers! Okay, Dinah gives a determined nod, a tiny smile cracking the reserved monotone of her features. Perhaps this meant they could bond — be sisters, girls together, where Dinah had no others.
She allows the touch of her paw and gives the crown of Ana's little head an encouraging tap with a cold nose, followed by a little snuffle as her tail begins to beat into a wag. what kinda flowers do you like, Ana? We'll go find 'em together!