Wheeling Gull Isle In demon days, it's cold inside

Moorhen was the first to arrive, looking grim and unkempt and as she prowled along the beach. Her body language was neutral and non-aggressive, but there was something decidedly unwelcoming as she looked upon the stranger. Still, she tried to morph her voice into something almost friendly as she called out in greeting.

Hello. This is Undersea. What can help you with? said Moorhen, nose twitching as she took in the other wolf's scent.