Wheeling Gull Isle ii. moondust

Moorhen was prepared to bristle at the shapes she saw dancing across their beach. She knew the Shadow liked to welcome newcomers, but the Shadow wasn't there right now, and Moorhen had a duty to protect, not to welcome. So she marched down there, bristling and unfriendly, only to break into a happy lope when she recognized the lean figure.

"Venninne!" she barked, happy to see her old friend. And she'd brought a baby, and a friend! How fun! "Here to stay?" she asked, prancing forward but stopping several yards away, tail wagging in a friendly arc high over her back. Welcoming, but dominant - she would tolerate no funny business here. Not from Venninne, and not from her pale friend, who earned herself a tolerant but mistrustful glance from Moorhen simply because she looked sorta funny.