Wheeling Gull Isle and her body got that ass that a ruler couldn't measure

Moorhen's eyes narrowed when he approached her pile, pointing out some of his additions, but she didn't move to stop him, nor did she consider asking them to stay away from her stuff. It was just weird was all - everyone was acting weird. She was acting weird. Would things all go back to normal after her body did? Would Driftwood and Mou be content to ignore her once more?

"It was okay," she said with a noise like a shrug, thinking back on all the wolves she'd met. There'd been no purpose to her trip, so she couldn't exactly be disappointed about it... but it hadn't fulfilled her, and she was beginning to fear that nothing would. "I look for something," she confessed, moving past Mou to nudge a stray stick back into place. "But, um. Can't find. And I feel epty. Eempty."

And listless, and bored, and alone...