Wheeling Gull Isle and the worms ate into his brain

She had always had a soft spot for the disfigured and the damned. Ramsay and his stunted form, Relmyna and her scarred face, and now, Mou, who'd washed up so pale and helpless on the shore. Anybody else would have been received with scorn today, but her face lit up (as much as it would, anyway) upon seeing him, and she leaned into his caresses, trying to ignore the throbbing pain in her skull with every small movement.

"Hi, Mou," Maegi greeted, her throat hoarse from the vomiting. She pressed her muzzle against his forehead, closing her eyes and breathing in his scent for a long moment. While others might have scorned her, the wolves of Undersea had received her with nothing but love. . .and perhaps Mou, most of all, due to his lack of speech. Even if he had judgments to make, he could not voice them.

The girl pulled back, the unblemished side of her mouth pulling upwards in a smile. "How are you?" she asked, ignoring the irony of knowing full well he was thinking the same about her. It was good to see him up and about; he had come a long way, from his wretched state upon arrival.