Sequoia Coast vuelie

@Thresher, perhaps? Moorhen is looking for her, but if she'd rather not be found, please ignore this! Takes place somewhere nearish to Cerulean Cape and Horizon Ridge; she is canvasing the whole area.

For the third time in as many weeks, Moorhen was touring the mainland. This time, though, she had a clear goal in mind rather than hazy hopes. She'd almost certainly caught Thresher's scent somewhere along the coast in this area, but it was spotty and faded and the spores were so few and far between - it was impossible to track things through the sand, she'd realized. She'd always been better at hunting in the water either way, so it hadn't mattered.

Things were quite different when the prey you hunted was a wolf.

The raven had given up on tracking, and was now simply ranging up and down the coast, looking for signs of the lost little girl. Her determination to find Thresher was two-fold: First, she belonged to Coelacanth, and Moorhen owed her fealty to the inkdark slyph. And second, Moorhen herself had once been a lost little girl, and there were still days when she wondered how life might've treated them differently if she and Coelacanth had stuck together. From what she'd gathered, the Aralez - or whatever she called herself these days - had been even worse off than Moorhen.

The Agarwaen slowed as she spotted something on the beach - furry, and surrounded by feasting seagulls. She charged, scattering the scavenging birds, and investigated the carcass until she'd convinced herself it was only a pale-coated coyote. Then, feeling resigned, she began to eat.