Sea Lion Shores danger close

He was the same, no matter what she did. And Moorhen had not drawn back from his show of teeth, but she drew back from this: the wall of silence, the colorless words, the lack of any emotion but tired. Tell me what to do, he said - and it seemed like a lot of people were asking that of her, lately. Tell me what to do and What do you want?

I WANT YOU TO LOVE ME, she wanted to scream, her lips twitching as she contemplated letting those words out. They were beating against her chest, her teeth, hard and quick in her temples. But she held her tongue, afraid that this would get no reaction, either. She just had to keep on believing that he was tired, he was sad, he just needed some time...

"We will go to islann, now," she said in a falsely jaunty voice, turning away from his terrible, stony visage and looking back toward Undersea. The sea lion laid dead beside them, but Moorhen wasn't hungry anymore. Food was the furthest thing from her mind.