Emberwood You crawled out of the sea.

A familiar voice called out to her - this time it was not Kukulkan, but it was equally emotional. Perhaps more-so than what she received from the pirate boy. Awol lingered just outside of the den mouth and as Ibis took notice of him, and the shimmering of his cheek fur, she realized he was crying. Her little face frowned for a second or two; when it became too much of an effort to hold that expression, it melted from her features. But she was still concerned. A sense of guilt rose up to rival her starvation before being dwarfed by that hunger. It was almost like nothing could contend with the demands of her body.

Awol, she murmurs, licking her lips and nose in a desperate little attempt to whet her tongue.