Sea Lion Shores danger close

To Moorhen's untrained ears, his words were more a declaration that Undersea was unfit to be a home than that he was unfit to have a home. "Lukk horen din munn!" she snapped, taking a sharp step toward him. It is all I have, she wanted to say, but instead she simply curled her lip and turned her head away, her heart pounding unsteadily in her chest as she worked through her anger, her growing urge to give into the hysterics she felt coming on.

But when he moved to bite his tail, her voice soften at once. "Do not," she urged, moving forward a tiny step, closing only inches between them before coming again to a halt. Could she touch him? Would he disappear into a loud of soot and salt? "Please, I am sorry. I do not growl," she wheedled, tail flickering uneasily. "Eat food. Come to islann. We will be home. I will mek home for you."