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An unfamiliar voice floated from far beyond her island home, directed at the wolves of Yuèlóng to announce the arrival of not one but two outsiders. Luli turned her narrow muzzle in the direction of the voice, tall ears high atop her rosy crown with intrigue, and wondered what business they had in seeking her sister's attention.

The koi ventured closer, nimble paws carrying her at a floaty trot through the foliage to where it grew sparse. She made her way onto the beach and looked curiously for the sandbar, half expecting these unknown visitors to have ventured halfway across toward the jewel in the sea by the time she reached the shore, and was pleasantly surprised to find the bridge void of other wolves.

Nüwu had not yet arrived, nor had Luli heard her littermate voice a response. Vibrant eyes squinted across the surf in attempt to catch a glimpse of these visitors, Meerkat and Bronco, but saw only unidentifiable specks on the distant coast that she could easily have mistaken for driftwood. She chose to linger there for a time to wait and, should her sister come to answer this summons, the little seadragon would be sure to follow her.