Seaside Moors it will come back

The young sea wolf could not help the expression of disgust and disapproval that had crossed her features. Gin cautiously followed after the boy until she realized that he was rubbing the reek all over their bedding. It didn't last long. The boy turned quickly and darted back out of the den and into the open. Regin kept her distance from the wailing moron, scrutinizing his pathetic state with a pointed sidelong glare. 

She wasn't too bothered about his lack of an answer. Surely, whatever had caused him to shriek and moan in such a way would never be trifled with again. The wiry young girl was interested in where he'd found it. She imagined that she could get those answers later on, provided her brother hadn't permanently brain damaged himself.