Wheeling Gull Isle and the worms ate into his brain

Oh, Mou. Sweet Mou. She didn't deserve him, or any of the wolves of Undersea, really. They had taken in a broken girl without thought, given her a home and everything that came with that--food, shelter, friends. . .family. Not that she was going to walk away from such blessings--but sometimes she felt like an impostor, who'd fallen into all of this by accident.

"You're up, making noise. That's good," Maegi commented, trying to steer their conversation toward him, toward the positive. He had made great strides in his time here, and she was both proud and happy. She didn't think he had much of a chance, when he'd first washed up. No one had.

She pulled back, staring at him with a smile on her face. "Teamouse," she murmured, lips pursed as if in deep thought. Truly, though, her mind was blank; she sought to stay in the present, with him. Focusing on the white wolf's recovery. "Do you remember anything from. . .before? Where you lived, who your family was?"