Barrow Fields a long way to go and a short time to get there

Koi’s spirits had dipped considerably once her parents — their mismatched silhouettes forming one united figurehead that stood proudly at the drawbridge of Wheeling Gull Isle — disappeared from view. She trotted obediently at Moorhen’s heels, and when the caravan halted and the guppies were set free, she froze in her tracks. A little tentatively, she looked to Currituck and Lucas for social cues, feeling totally out of her element. A few quailing steps were taken toward Moorhen, but Koi abandoned that tack once she realized her protector was going to stand beside the colorless male. “Look,” she suggested tentatively to her peers, one forelimb tucked against the slope of her chest as she “pointed” at the moose carcass. “We…together?”