Wheeling Gull Isle it must be that old evil spirit; so deep down in your ground

Beside the water lay something, stench of blood rising and bugs swarming like a plague. Huā feared to find a corpse, but getting closer, perhaps this was worse- something half dead, a zombie. She eyed the girl, keeping her distance though, gaze picking her apart in it's own way. Pathetic. Not a Yuèlóng wolf, and yet bloodied and dragged inland, much like Strand had been- What happen to you? Huā questioned, trying to mask the mild disgust the weaseled its way into her voice. She squinted down at the girl, finding her a mixture of gross and pitiful- but figuring any injuries dealt by Yuèlóng warriors to her were likely well-deserved. She was here, on their island, after all.