Wheeling Gull Isle amongst the whales and the waves

Moorhen let out a snarl as he moved closer, more to warn him against any aggression than to warn him away. Her own stance tightening in accordance with his, her head coming up and her shoulders bunching when he drew near. She had not yet caught sight of Coelacanth. If she had, it might have relaxed her somewhat.

As it was, she merely bristled at the man, glaring distrustfully as he introduced himself, and expression of unimpressed puzzlement crossing her unfriendly features. "an-yoo," she repeated dubiously, her tone demanding explanation. It had clearly been a question and not an addtion to his name, but she was hard pressed to place or understand the dialect.