Totoka River cherry soul

Moorhen stood still for a moment, still quietly fuming but unable to fully refute the male's reasoning. After all, she worried quite often that visits from strange wolves would turn out the way they had with Aditya. It was exhausting to live in that sort of fear, but she didn't know how to stop worrying about it, either. Still, something about what Driftwood said had bothered her, and it was difficult to decide exactly what.

"You would fight for me?" she asked after a moment, remembering something that Aditya had said of Coelacanth. As soon as she spoke the words, several different ideas - previously vague and nebulous - snapped into clear focus. Driftwood had followed her from the island, and had come between her and Teleklos already bristling. He didn't know Teleklos; he was just another male and he didn't want Moorhen around him. Maybe, she thought, eyeing the male uncertainly, maybe we are all worried there will be another Aditya. But a quieter, more insidious voice whispered, Maybe he is the next Aditya.

Regardless of his answer, Moorhen needed time to think. "Go home, Driftwood," she commanded. "I will come back soon."