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A murmur of appreciation escaped Sirimiri as she descended upon the gull. Seafare would always be her favorite, but she'd been craving blood and warm meat, lately. The gull was not quite as satisfying as sea lion always was, but she knew better to dwell on it. Whatever her mother might predict, Sirimiri never trusted the Hunter's Moon to arrive until she saw it with her own two eyes.

"Blood," she said easily when Bron asked what she was thinking about. And then, peripherally, "Sex. It's that time of year." Which meant she had a big decision to make. Likely, she'd make the same decision she'd made every year: to wait and see. And waiting inevitably led to inaction, which meant she would be a bachelorette for the forseeable future. That suited her just fine. But she still thought about it, and there was nothing wrong with that, was there?

Her eyes travelled to Serein, who was busy cosying up to the Earthstalker. She looked, perhaps, a little longer than usually before turning her gaze - fond but oddly serene - to her brother. Thoughts drifted to the smattering of tiny Cortens he'd undoubtedly left in a long trail behind them, but she knew better than to bring that up. "I wonder if those two kids will end up like us," she added, assuming she didn't need to name their niece and nephew for Bron to know who she was talking about. Her eyes regained their merry glimmer, after a moment. "Our line will die out if all of us inherit the wandering spirit of the Cortens." Which was sad, really, because Sirimiri thought it was a lovely trait.