Wheeling Gull Isle sorrowing, sighing, breathing, dying

Redcliff! Moorhen cried, concerned as her young friend began to wail. She shot Coelacanth a startled and slightly accusing glance - You made him cry! - before rushing in to try and soothe him with rough kisses and nuzzles. Together, the two shewolves worked to shepherd the boy off the beach. Moorhen wanted him someplace quiet and calm while he recovered, and while she thought about what Coelacanth had said about the Morningside wolves.

It was hard to believe this boy was from the same place as Aditya. Moorhen wondered if he had the same madness, and began to worry that he did. Is he sick? she asked the Aralez, keeping her voice low to hopefully keep Redcliff from overhearing. Unfortunately, they were still very close. Head sick?