Wheeling Gull Isle like the sand on my feet

that eighth sense detected the tension that fell among them as nüwu's mother seemed to grow frustrated, alarmed. though the broad male before her sniffed back, which she found intriguing, she became distracted by the scent of something gross. her muzzle wrinkled and she turned her head to gaze at luli, who hovered at the entrance. nüwu's expression was unreadable, but certainly not pleased. she did not want to get close to the rosy girl now, and remained outside of the den for however long her mother would allow... sad to see the strangers go, but head full of fresh thoughts and ideas inspired by the newness of a crowd.