Wheeling Gull Isle resist

The Shadow's ministrations were a soothing balm against a hurt that stretched far into her childhood. There had been times in her short life where she'd almost forgotten that day on the beach, Jule going one way and Doe's Shadow the other. There were days she did not remember the conflict in her heart, which had only increased when she'd felt the nudge of the Shadow's dark muzzle against her rump, urging her away.

Moorhen could not recall all the specifics of that day. Not for her life. But the hurt could not be forgotten, and in that moment, it writhed like a pit of vipers in her chest.

"I can stay?" she asked the Shadow, unsure she'd be allowed. You sent me away, said her eyes, searing red searching cooling blue.