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

Luli's mismatched ears swivelled back as the young adult opted to close the distance between them, sweeping forward toward her with a softly swaying tail. Despite this friendly approach, the koi maintained her natural discomfort of strangers - it was nothing personal against this apparent pack-mate, her nervousness was simply akin to that of a timid baby deer.

She blinked up, seeking only a glimpse of the stranger's lovely face, before her gaze was swiftly averted to her ruby forepaws. Luli had seen the familiar glimmer of enchanting turquoise in the wolfess' that reminded her of her mother's, yet she didn't seem to know of the Empress as she commented on the lack of wolves who spoke in their shared tongue.

"露丽," the pup answered, "我们都这样说话." "We" being her and her immediate circle, her family. She felt confused as to how this wolf could not know that her own leader shared this language, but dared not wrinkle her nose in aversion.