Wheeling Gull Isle you were beautiful

Even as the squall began, as Coelacanth scooped the child away, Mou protested by reaching and scooping them back; he heard the comment about food but that was far from his mind right now. He wanted the child. He wanted — maybe that connection that he felt when it had gummed on his nose, or maybe  he just didn't want to be alone. But if Coelacanth insisted then he would give up. The babe was in need of its mother. Did he have a mother? Did she miss him?

A shadow flew across his face, a flickering doubt. But then he looked to his friend and shook his head carefully, letting her go about her business without worrying over him.