Wheeling Gull Isle I am joined by Magister Soris Alar

clicks sounded from above, followed by the heavy breath stirring hot against her fur. 

ava unfolded carefully, grunting as weight fell across her shoulders. she supposed pressure was kinder than teeth; she fired her own series of parroted clicks before pulling her sister close in a bear-hug, grooming her ear possessively.

the pair played a little longer before ava grew tired. trundling to her favorite elkskin, she emitted a tiny yawn and fell asleep. 

hey! i’m going to fade here since i let this get so out of date. i hope that is ok <3