Wheeling Gull Isle the protectorate of seelholm

Moorhen did want to come. In fact, as soon as the Shadow had shown signs of wanting to move, Moorhen had risen as well to hover just behind her, an anxious expression that bordered on histronic writ across her dark face. But when the Shadow turned back to her with invitation in her eyes, the expression melted away almost at once. She answered with a near-silent boof, falling into step too-close-for-comfort at the caretaker's hip.

I will follow you, bespoke the taut readiness of her stance. The Shadow would not be travelling more than a foot away from her reunited charge.