Wheeling Gull Isle you sleep rather soundly for a murderer

It was not her place to question the Shadow's leadership practices, so Moorhen usually kept her concerns to herself. She just didn't trust easily, and she regarded even relatively familiar wolves with no small amount of suspicion. @Sockeye and @Steelhead had been receiving the brunt of her squinty-eyed stares, but a patrol that day had given her neuroses a new target.

The tall woman draw nearer when she saw Fern moving toward the strange man. She relaxed only marginally when Faeryn entered the scene, her legs still stiff and spine still bristling as she approached the trio and stood a short distance away, mindful of the Shadow's desires when it came to defending the borders.