Wheeling Gull Isle bismil

Moorhen, too, threw herself into the fray. She had not liked Aditya being on the island in the first place, but she had never once thought he might bring harm down upon them. Especially not by his own jaw.

It didn't make sense, and Moorhen worried there had been some misunderstanding in the strange parrying of words they had engaged in. Instead of seeking to harm the interloper, Moorhen just tried to get him away from the Overseer, who seemed to be the focus of his anguish. For her efforts, she was rewarded with a bruised jaw and a cut on her shoulder, where the Overseer's spined ornament had slid a little too quickly and forcefully across her skin. Not enough to slow her down.

Together, the Undersea wolves managed to get him away from his target - but not before the unthinkable happened.

Heat exploded across Moorhen's vision when she realized what had been done to their Aralez. She would live, but how could another wolf turn their teeth against her? The dark woman wanted to take revenge, to maim and kill for what had been done to her leader, but she knew that even as Coelacanth's blood stained the sand that the Aralez would forgive him. She always forgave.

The fight had gone out of Aditya. Moorhen pitied him. "Go in shame," she barked. "Do not return."

She did not move to stop her fellows from their assault, but she would try to temper any killing blows. He would slink off on his own legs if she had anything to say about it, and would forever carry the black sin he had committed on this day.