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Moorhen attended to the summons without much thought. There was worry crawling in the pit of her stomach, but she had no words to attach to it - the shewolf was just wary of any sort of excitement, these days. And it was lucky, she realized, that she was there to respond at all; her last several days had been spent off the island.

The dark shewolf tipped back her head to answer - a harried be right there! before she set off toward the source of the sound. When she reached Stockholm, it was to see him standing there with Seelie. The others gathered soon as well, and a new title was bestowed rather unceremoniously upon the placid girl. Moorhen blinked at the newly-appointed Athelas, feeling a bit peeved by the sudden upheaval of roles. Not at Coelacanth, of course, but at the mad wolf that had caused all this.

But she had her marching orders, and a shiny new badge to flash around. Moorhen stepped forward to kiss her sister-mother's cheek before turning and heading back toward the mainland.

She had some treasure to track down.