Wheeling Gull Isle The air was heavy with salt

Huā was patrolling the borders when she came upon the stranger, squinting at the apparently unfamiliar figure from afar before trotting closer, kicking up sand in her wake. She had not heard any call for leadership- and was curious why this woman lingered here- but she had not trespassed yet, and so the empress approached respectfully, posture elegant and face neutral. She paused before Gailiv, dipping her head in a small bow of greeting to the little woman before she spoke. I am Huā, I lead here, this pack that we call Yuèlóng. What do you seek? She questioned.