Wheeling Gull Isle bred of an airy word

Most days, Moorhen forgot that Fern and Mur were not Coelacanth's by birth. She did not have the same luxury for her own origins, although she knew they had all been taught that she was their sister. She supposed that the Shadow was her mother figure, so these titles made sense. Besides, she wasn't one to sneer at a family when it fell right into her lap.

Her tail wagged idly when Fern approached, but honestly, she was still in a bit of a snit. Enough that, instead of immediately giving in to the girl's plea, Moorhen instead fixed her with a gimlet stare, contemplating her options. Only one seemed viable, right then.

"I am hunger," she said with a yawn, "Play later. Eat now."

And then, with a mischievous glint in her mahogany gaze, she swarmed forward out of the stream and aimed a playful bite at Fern's hock. "I will eat you," she said with another wag of her tail, taking a moment to be sure Fern understood the game. "Flee in terror!"