Wheeling Gull Isle YUÈLÒNG | 月龙

finally, the hard work of his cousins has paid off. the reward? a empire of their own making that follows the customs that he is both used to and most comfortable with. kun, not as active in the foundation as others, is nevertheless proud of their work and is content to, at the very least, be a small part of it. what part he intends to play in it's future ...well, he doesn't know. his biased disposition doesn't lend him the epithet as the friendliest — and he's not; content as he is to limit his socializing to known family and less to the numerous unknowns that haunt their shores as fellow packmates.

when the sound of their voices rise into a melodious crescendo as one; the seadragon tilts his muzzle and adds his own voice to theirs before resuming his combing of the beach.