Blackbeak Bluff lluvia

she herself had not even seen the gull. "oh, gracias," she breathed out, wet ears cupping forward in a genuine show of pleasure. she fell upon the bird and tried to take dainty bites once she had plucked it to nothing. the acolyte consumed a good deal of it, and when she was finished she covered a burp with her small forepaw and set about grooming her chestfur. "what is your name, prince?" she asked at last, smiling toward the wolf? with his odd coiled pelting.