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

Currituck. Relief washed over her as the undersea wolf spoke the name. At least she could rest easier now that she knew the adventurous girl had hopefully found somewhere safe--well, she hoped so anyway, but she would have to see with her own eyes to confirm that she was safe--hear her family member tell her that she was happy here. With a nod to Moorhen, she tilted her head back and called for her niece, falling silent after as her fiery gaze searched the shoreline for any movement. A knot of anticipation began to build in her stomach as she waited, eager to see Currituck's form approach.