Wheeling Gull Isle Man Machine Poem

Have asked to be taken off PPC. I am assuming they are familiar with each other after reading all Coelacanth's tags. Let me know if I should change anything!

Moorhen was not concerned. By now, she had experienced enough ash and smoke that she simply considered it another type of unpleasant weather. She had never seen fire, and although the scent of it made her uneasy in a way she didn't quite understand, she did not know enough to fear it. So, when she saw one of the Shadow's lambs cowering near the den mouth, Moorhen strolled over to give her a soothing lick down her spine. "Peace be," she said, echoing something she heard the girl's mother say from time to time.

The air was cleaner in the labyrinth. Moorhen felt that Thresher ought to go back inside to protect her lungs, but she didn't see any harm in letting her stay out for a while. "Water?" she suggested, tipping her nose toward the nearest stream. Maybe something cool to drink would help her acclimate.