Gilded Bay where man cannot, love can; love will

Hoping for @Knaven and/or other Cairns

Blackrock had not been the destination Moorhen had in mind. Rather, she'd meant to travel to the island to see how Yuelong was fairing — and Aiolos in particular. And she'd thought, after that, that a trip down the coast might be nice.

But Ironclan had become of interest to her, so she would postpone a longer trip and instead enjoy a brief jaunt, stopping by the island on the way back home.

Now she stood in a separate bay, shaking out her pelt after a tiring swim and successful hunt. A red snapper flipped unhelpfully in her jaws, slapping her dark face with its tail. Moorhen growled at it, as if that would quell its struggles, and then focused on wading through the sand and tide to get to firmer ground. Here, she dropped her lunch and got a better grip, and bracing her paws against the beach, gave it a violent shake, then another. When she was still again, so was the fish, and the shewolf dropped it back on the beach to cast her burgundy gaze across the bay, searching for a nice place to eat.