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

Moorhen's brow furrowed as she tried to think of how to explain. "Aditya," she replied, still mulling over her next words. "A gold wolf, with gold eyes. He was the leader of Morningside - a pack where our cousins lived. But he came and attacked our Stockholm, and he shed the blood of the innocent. Even Coelacanth," she said, her words no less emotive for all that they were slow and careful. The look on her face suggested that this was a grevious offense indeed. "He couldn't kill our Stockholm, so we sent him away alive."

It was more than he had deserved, in her opinion, but she had learned to keep her opinions of others to herself. Besides, she could not understand what had driven the male to attacking them. He had loved Coelacanth, she thought. Had loved Undersea and its wolves. Moorhen suspected some grevious illness of the mind had affected him, but even so, she could not forgive him.

"He attacked without reason," Moorhen added, remembering words that others had said. "He said - he wanted to take our Aralez away from us. From Stockholm, and from her island."