Wheeling Gull Isle I dreamt about flying the other night.

The bird canted its pale head to better peer down at the dappled wolf cub who stared fearfully back. She didn't like the way it looked at her, the suggestive glint in its wicked yellow eye made her ivory hind limbs tremble. Tail still snug against her rear, Luli smoothed her ears back and crouched closer to the ground in an attempt to better feel more secure.

From behind her, mother's spoke up - tried to soothe her timid baby. The koi whined softly, afraid to let her gaze stray from the gull who glared her way from beyond the burrow, so waited until the hooded adult had ventured close enough to be in a position to protect her if need be. 

"比我大," Luli observed, still shaking, "它吃?"