Wheeling Gull Isle the last true mouthpiece

The dark girl wandered aimlessly, trying to ignore that writhing pit of anxiety she called a stomach. The Shadow had gone to the mainland for a time, leaving her lamb behind her with the rest of the flock. It burned her, yes, to be abandoned again so soon after being found, but the Aralez had made clear her intentions to return to Moorhen and Szymon.

She was looking for her uncle now, wanting to get reacquainted after so long being apart - but the bright, ruddy woman was too interesting to pass by, and Moorhen stopped to stare in plain sight of the other, tail waving uncertainly against her hocks.