Wheeling Gull Isle ii. moondust

Finally, the girl relented, going slack in a way that seemed reluctant, but which placated the anxious Seawolf. Accordingly, her own body relaxed, her posture becoming less demanding and more friendly - until she realized there was something wrong, her her body coiled tight once more.

"Um!" she gasped, looking to Venninne with worried eyes. "Sick girl," she said gravely, turning back to snuffle over the prone figure. It was malnutrition that tickled at Moorhen's nose, and not disease. Moorhen poked at her a few more times, testing her scent in different areas - mouth, ears, anus - before deciding that she was not a danger to the pack. "Um," she wondered if she should stay and guard the trio, or if her engery would be better spent fetching a meal for the family. "Stay. Okay?"

She turned and bounded away, returning a few moments later with a large salmon in her jaws. The meat was fresh and sweet, although the skin was already puckered and sticky. She'd intended to present it to Coelacanth, but it seemed more petinent to give it to the ailing girl and hungry mother. "For eat," she said to the trio, dropping it in front of Maegi and stepping back to watch.