Wheeling Gull Isle the protectorate of seelholm

They travelled in silence for a time before the Shadow broke it once more. Moorhen startled, still not used to the idea of Shadow-with-a-voice. "Um," she said, her voice somewhat skeptic. Skybowl? Where did that come from, she wondered, but the girl's focus on her protector's actions kept her from forming the question into actual words.

Seeing the Shadow's strange curiosity with the weeping rocks, Moorhen shuffled, wanting to be sure of her footing, and then reared back on her hind legs, trying to see what had interested the other creature so. There seemed to be nothing, and then Moorhen noticed that there was more of that odd glow behind the water. She dropped back to all fours, casting another skeptic look in the Shadow's direction.

"Cave," said Moorhen. "Um. Moon? In there?"