Wheeling Gull Isle Sundown in the Paris of the Prairies

she herself bristled when the other jumped, but settled once the girl did, her heart returning to its normal rate. sorry, Tahani said with a small laugh, looking rueful. she shifted her paws, and then sat down, curling her tail catlike around herself and blinking down at the girl.

i am Tahani, she introduced herself. you are? while waiting for the response, she dipped her muzzle toward the collection of shells, her eyes glowing. i like--pretty. i do this, too. her common tongue was improving, if only by a little bit, by listening to the others speak here. she had been spoiled by the proliferation of Inuttut on the glacier, and back home, as well.