Barrow Fields this distance's never felt quite right

The weight she'd gained back over the warmer months was slowly melting away as Moorhen continued her search. She'd hardly eaten and she rarely slept, and all the hours of her day were spent wandering, nose twitching, ranging endlessly back and forth across the coast. It seemed unfathomable that Thresher would leave her only landmark behind, but Moorhen had decided that, if she did not find the girl today, she would begin venturing inland. Where else could the girl have gone?

She should have been single-minded in this quest - and she usually was - but the sound of distant anguish had her ears flickering uncertainly, she she wavered from her course to investigate. There in the field was a snow-white wolf, and Moorhen thought fleetingly of her long-lost uncle before pushing him out of her mind and starting forward. It was none of her business, really, but if someone was going to make such noise about their feelings, Moorhen assumed they would be ready to be discovered.

Besides, the Cairn couldn't help but identify with the other female, strangers though they may be. What more could she do? What if she never found Thresher? Would she be allowed to return to the island without her? Did she even want to?

Tail fluttering uncertainly, she approached the other woman, not quite sure what to say. When she'd closed the distance to only a few yards, she hesitated and let out a low chuff of greeting, her face a mask of discomfort even despite her friendly body language.