Wheeling Gull Isle The sea waves are my evening gown

no audible response came to her greeting, but there was a different sort- sniffing at her feet, whining gently. you can not talk? she mumbled quietly, figuring he would not answer anyway. she blinked, listen to him whine. i wonder why you are sad. she breathed then, gently raising a dark paw to pet his forehead like a pet rabbit.