Mudminnow River can't hear you now

Eilidh noted the way the other's hackles raised at her voice, before deflating as it was evident the wraith meant no harm. She also noted the way the woman's face nearly sneered at the mention of her father's teachings on kindness, before a hint of recognition swept over her. My family used to live in these wilds, she swept her muzzle toward the coast, a faraway look in her eye. We called the Sentinels our home.

The other's defensiveness wasn't unexpected, but Eilidh had at least hoped she'd be given a chance to explain before accusations -- verbal or otherwise -- were lobbed her way. Nothing, except for the fact that your young might eat more heavily tonight, and gather their strength. She bowed her head. I am a caregiver by trade, and it is my duty to ensure that all young receive what they deserve.