Wheeling Gull Isle stranded

The male still did not react to her, at least not very much. Not the way she would have liked. He merely looked at her, and then muttered something too low to make out. She glared and pushed her ears forward aggressively. If he wouldn’t move, she would make him move. “Hey!” she yelled, but her throat was raw from swallowing seawater hours ago and she coughed for a good few seconds before she could regain control of herself. Were she human, she would have blushed bright red at such a misstep. She pulled herself up to her fullest height and glared at him again. “Get off my island! Or… or pledge your loyalty to me if you won’t leave!” The hesitation made her feel awkward. She was only a yearling—one with no memory—and had no idea what she was doing. Not wanting to seem a fool, she just continued glaring, keeping her pale golden eyes directly on his mismatched ones.