Blackbeak Bluff oregano gangster

Moorhen had combed most of this section of the coast by now, and was doubling back to see if she had missed anything, or if Thresher had turned up in her absence. However, it was not the missing child that she came across, but Coelacanth and the remainder of her brood. Two if them, at least. The banded woman strode toward them on swift, determined paws, giving the strange woman a gimlet stare as she rejoined her family.

Still no Treasure? she said to Coelacanth, her voice gruff and low with tension. Her hawkish gaze could not meet the cerulean of her Aralez, but swept over the heads of Undersea's youth.