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

The Cairn girl was glad enough to see her friend. Their last meeting had been short but pleasant, if not a little bittersweet. Thus, she started toward the familiar figure with her tail wagging lazily behind her. Her ears swivelled curiously at the other woman's words - Moorhen was capable of teasing and recognizing when she was being teased, but this time, the words missed the mark. She wasn't sure what the other woman meant by that (she was not aware she had grown) and in any case, she had outgrown the sort of frivolity she'd enjoyed in the past.

"Hello," she greeted, still blithely closing the distance between herself and the other woman. It was only when she was close enough to smell that Moorhen drew back, a stricken look overtaking her stoic features. It was not Poet she was smelling, but Aditya. She paused several feet away, waving between the desire to close the distance and to turn away from the traitor's scent. "You smell like a wolf I know," Moorhen explained, still uncertain. "A bad, bad wolf."