Gyrfalcon's Keep surrender, but don't give yourself away

She had come again to the mainland, this time seeking not Maegi - who had returned to the island - but any that might have followed her. Moorhen was glad to see one of the Aralez's lambs returned, but the pale girl was from the outside, now. Perhaps others would not think so, but Moorhen was a charier soul than most, and Aditya's betrayal had shaken her already skeptical views on those that came to them from the mainland.

Intellectually, she knew that all of them - even herself and Coelacanth - had come from other places. Only their youngest were native to the island. But there was something very purifying about life at Undersea, and Moorhen couldn't help but think that Maegi was somehow less pure for having been away.

Somehow, this logic did not stop her from venturing inland. There had been no traces of a tail on Maegi, but she'd followed the next-most-recent scent toward a distant rise, not thinking it much of a lead, but not wanting her trip to have been wasted, either. It seemed as though that would be the case either way, because when she got to the base of the keep, the scent of the birds and their droppings - as well as other foot traffic - muddled the trail enough that she lost it. Irritated, the dark female kept her nose to the ground and continued to search for traces of her quarry.