Wheeling Gull Isle lovely

same ugh

Thankfully for Komodo, Blondine's accent had prepared her for the way his tongue slowly rolled, vowel-heavy, the rumble of his voice.  Her tail beat quickly in response, a delighted yip punctuating the air.  

She wheeled around the earthstalker, taking several jack-knifed turns before her energy had been expended and she moved alongside the Vedmak, occasionally brushing against him so their scents intermingled and someone she hadn't met yet thought she was doing something bad, like trespassing.