Wheeling Gull Isle lovely

It was the dark, coffee-coated man who drew her attention in the heat of the day, coming 'round the bend of the island as if the whole earth belonged to him.  The way he carried himself, maybe it did.

Never before had the raven so much as offered an inkling of submission towards another (aside from Moorhen when it had been demanded of her), but the virile Vedmak drew forth an appeasing whine from Undersea's freshest Tauhou.  She watched his approach with caution — a result of THE DARK MAN, of her husband — but she was quick to remember that he had taken to her well enough.

She drew her tongue across her lips before licking at one of the Earthstalker's flews, darting to and fro to mark alongside him.