Wheeling Gull Isle maybe when the coast is clear

Moorhen did not miss the look that passed between her Shadow and the Angakkuq man, nor the tightening of the sheepdog's stance. Her eyes narrowed in response, and she pushed herself between the pair with a huff of high dudgeon, probably causing a scene and making a general nuisance of herself.

Her head whipped 'round when the Shadow pronounced them all friends - Moorhen did not consider any but Coelacanth of the gathered wovles as such - but she simply let out a little grumble and resolved to play nice. If the Shadow trusted them, Moorhen would tolerate their presence until they proved themselves to be intolerable.