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Moorhen was watching the pups enough for the both of them, which is probably why she didn't really understand the question. Also she's just a dumbass. Her ears flickered irritably at the mention of Faeryn's departure, but she knew better than to say anything against the woman to Coelacanth. And, when pressed, she could only think of one thing that could possibly be missing.

... Thresher.

Sometimes, Moorhen really didn't get Coelacanth. At times like this, she couldn't help but think about the Shadow's love for Doe and wonder... well, what was wrong with her? Why did she break her heart over those that were unworthy to receive her love?

But then Moorhen slanted a glance in the older shewolf's direction, and her expression melted into something tender and indulgent. At least I guaranteed her a place in Seelie's heart. Gone is not really gone, she offered lamely. You think that I was gone. But I um... just somewhere else. It was no great comfort, but it was something. Thresher was not with them, but no one was simply gone.