Wheeling Gull Isle seaside, sandy shores, surprise

While she had enjoyed teaching the male about the razor clams, and was glad that he was interested in the island- she sobered up quickly when Huā recommended that they could, perhaps, show him the labyrinth. As soon as it was mentioned, the breeze seemed to pull the smile from Thresher's lips, leaving her mouth in a straight, dark line. While she hadn't flattened her ears, she had turned them back, expressing her uncertainty. She looked at Huā, and wasn't sure, then, how glad she was that she was exposing Undersea's beloved treasures to new wolves. Not when their most coveted secrets were being handed out to even strangers who came to tour the island. 

For her, the labyrinth had been her home for the first month of her life- where it had been warm and dark and safe, where the screeching winds would not wake her in her sleep, or chill her tiny frame. It was almost a sacred place, for Thresher- but perhaps Huā simply did not understand that. Either way, Thresher was not willing to put their pack's secret hiding places on display, so she remained silent- and didn't answer. This was Huā's pack, after all; and if she felt like revealing the most safe and secure spot to an outsider, then that was her decision.