Sea Lion Shores mommy's alright, daddy's alright, they just seem a little weird

The bright bands of her ribcage no longer echoed the state of her physique. Moorhen had filled out into a muscular, well-insulated wolf - not exceptionally large, but exceptionally sturdy, and by no means small. Moorhen, though, had no way of knowing this. When she thought of herself at all, she still thought of a starveling girl, not yet big enough to be on her own, but big enough to give you a run for your money.

But only rarely did she think such abstract thoughts. Why should she when there were mouths to feed and babies to protect and an island to skulk about?

Moorhen wasn't on the island today. She'd dreamed of Maegi the night before, and so she'd battled against the waves today to visit the mainland. If there were traces of the pale girl's scent, she would follow them. And, if not, she would stretch her legs and roll in some sea lion scat and be on her way.