Wheeling Gull Isle good morning america!

Distracted by her patrol, Ying didn't notice her sister's presence until it was too late. There was no time to veer off; she looked up, and there was Hua, staring back with glassy blues. She sniffled and turned her head, deciding that it would be best to continue onward as though nothing had happened.

You shouldn't be marking borders right now — that's what Hua had been up to, right? — There might be some more of the scent. Don't want to attract any weirdos. Ying kept walking, swishing her tail as a silent invitation for Hua to follow.