Wheeling Gull Isle not all girls are made of sugar and spice and all things nice

When Coelacanth nudged affectionately at Moorhen, Koi, the little pearl, followed suit (but quite by accident). The Seelholms, raised beside the sea, were accustomed to moving expeditiously through sand — but Koi had stopped to chat with an inquisitive looking ghost crab and grew dizzy with surprise and excitement upon seeing her sister. Clumsy puppy paws tangled together as she bounded toward the banded Cairn, and she thumped headfirst into Moorhen’s hock. She recovered neatly, shaking her head to clear the ringing in her oversized ears, and flopped down in the sand with a soft huff to regard the stranger with a rapt, fawn-eyed expression.