The Sentinels recurve

@Isengrim - if you want an actual thread with Isengrim and Smokestep I'm okay with that but I'm gonna close this out.

It became evident to him that Moorhen was no longer a Cairn.

The pale young wolf looked at his sister with a glimmer of disgust in the two colors of his gaze. Skellige had wanted a reunion of his children; he had wanted the Cairn bloodline to lead the bay again, but Smokestep would be disappointing his father again and again. Still, this new pack would be his, and he would not have the likes of Moorhen in it. She seemed to understand what he had required of her and she had made the decision to decline. The fur along his neck and shoulders rose in a fit of fiery rage that churned within his gut, curling his lip over yellowed fangs.

Moorhen would not see this; she had already turned away from him. Her legs carried her away from the edges of the ocean and inland toward whatever home she would conjure for herself. Though she had soft hopes that Kingfisher would be gone if she should return, the young corsair had no intention of ever leaving his father's land again. The bay would belong to Ironsea, and Moorhen Cairn would not have a place on his crew – she would no longer have a place as his sister.

The pale lad watched her retreat until her dark shape was out of his line of sight. When he could no longer smell her on the wind, he turned to find Sandpiper once more. Smokestep would relay this information to his sister and he would tell his closest companion that Moorhen lived no more; there was only Sif. Sif was not a Cairn.