Wheeling Gull Isle taught me how to build a fire and to spread the word

If there was a word to describe Dinah, it, perhaps, would be sheltered. Never before had she really held an actual conversation with a girl her own age that was not entirely one-sided. The shout earns a little swivel of her ears, and she whips her head around in search of the source, weeds still in her teeth.
Promptly setting down her slim pickings, she stands still for a moment before a smile breaks out across her cheeks. Yeah, hi, twitch go her ears, tail whirring. you're, um, you're Seal, right? Gramma told me a little about you.
I was just looking for, um, gifts for you and Gruncle Phox, bashfully, her paw scrapes at the silt below. I'm trying to become a botanist. I wanted to get you flowers, but there aren't many sprouting right now. At least not out here. she was rambling, and she knew this, and yet she could not seem to get her tongue to stop moving.