Wheeling Gull Isle good morning america!

This wasn't the time for light-hearted humor, or any humor otherwise. Ying sucked her teeth and took a step to the side, widening the distance between them to quiet her growing frustration. After a moment's silence, she said: You're serious any other time, but now you want to joke? 

She paused and took a seat, nodding for her sister to do the same. Give me names, then, as an after-thought, Please. There appeared to be two options: (1) Hua brings both fathers back to their pack, which wouldn't work if the father was Mal, or (2) Ying takes on the role of father. Neither sounded particularly attractive, but she did prefer one over the other.