Wheeling Gull Isle from ushant to scilly 'tis thirty-five leagues

The voice nearby startled her, as the unfamiliar sights and smells of the island had lulled her into a sort of ignorance of her surroundings; she'd not even noticed the brown-furred woman nearby. Maegi whipped her head around, staring stupidly for a moment as she tried to piece together what she'd just said. Her accent was thick, like Shivali's, the words fractured and sentences brief.

"Moor," she repeated slowly, dipping her muzzle at the woman as if to label her. Protector. But then, what was this dark shadow--unless she meant the woman with the sky-blue eyes? Coelacanth. She mouthed the unfamiliar name silently to herself, getting a feel for it.

Forgetting if she'd introduced herself or not before--she'd done so, but under duress, and it was largely a blur in her mind--she added, "I'm Maegi. From Bearclaw Valley." It wasn't a lie, not really. She had, after all, spent several days within the walls of that place. With all she'd been through, she was fairly sure the scent of Blackfeather Woods, however strong, had left her pelt; even if it hadn't, what were the chances a wolf in these far-flung lands would know it?

"So this place. . .it's called Undersea?" Maegi asked, looking around. "What's that mean? What's. . .uh, what's an island?"