Wheeling Gull Isle all I want to see

The pig-squeal of a child, and then something small wiggled closer in the darkness and away from where she figured the sleeping Ruò lay in the dark. And when she could feel all her fur pricking along the spine, Aiolos approached at exactly the wrong time with exactly the wrong greeting. Her fearsome gaze turned to him, tail lashing, not caring right now that he was bigger and stronger than her. What the fuck is this? She snarled, motioning her muzzle sharply to the interior of the rock.