Wheeling Gull Isle We've come a long way from where we began.

The otter's brows furrowed worriedly when she saw the girl's tail sweep under her -- as if she'd been startled by Aimi's sudden presence. Well damn, she didn't mean to do that at all. Looks like she'll have to make a softer approach then...

Aimi began calmly striding towards the girl with her head low and a sandy tassle wagging softy behind; maybe this way, the koi would find her less intimidating and more freindly. She had told the otter that she wasn't lost, so maybe just exploring away for her parents den? Wouldn't be hard to believe with the strong scent of Yuélóng coming from their pelt......wait a second.....

She...understood her? And she responded in Mandarin nonetheless!?

There were only a select few Aimi knew spoke her home language, so hearing the pup speak it back to the costal wolf made her pause in disbelief. A second generation that spoke it and yet Aimi was under the impression this island was made up of more foreigners that anything -- who might've taught her?

"Ah! 我不知道島上還有其他人可以理解我! 你叫什麼名字, 小女孩?" she asked her with a warm, delighted smile, coming to a stop infront of the koi while the rythym of her tail increased with excitement.