Wheeling Gull Isle like the sand on my feet

 Haoming and Nüwu. Those were the names of the two who had emerged first. Haoming in particular, didn't seem especially thrilled with the audience that had gathered outside the den, bristling and growling. Properly chastised, Tzila could only chuckle slightly, not in the least bit intimidated by the youngsters oh-so fearsome attempt at looking tough. But as for the other two...Xiaoqing and Luli... They were much, much more timid. The poor cream speckled girl lost all control of herself.

Maternal instincts stirred, compelling her to soothe the nervous babe. But Tzila resisted, staying put, knowing that she wouldn't be doing anyone any favors by inching closer. Instead, she got creative. Dark ears splaying, she rested her head flat against the earth, that black banner of a tail upright, fanning gently while she emitted a whisper of a whine.