Wheeling Gull Isle maybe when the coast is clear

(Un)luckily for Coelacanth, Moorhen needed no howls to alert her to their presence. She'd been watching, and now that she had her target in sight, she was never letting her go again. "Shadow!" she accused, walking stiffly toward her leader with a very unsubmissive curve to her tail. She knew she was being bad, it was just - "How! How can you - "

The hair stood up along her spine - she didn't know the wolves that her Shadow had around her, even if they seemed nice enough. They were probably friends, and so Moorhen tried to ignore them and focus on her shepherd, but it was hard. Especially when the bigger one turned his head toward her, apparently very interested in what she had to say.

"We - we were worry," she said, lowering her voice to a whisper as she drew closer, shooting a quelling look at the great silver male. This was none of his business! "Stock went to look. Because you were gone." The last word was said with no small amount of acid, but Coelacanth would likely see the deep-seated insecurity behind the anger in her lamb's words.