Wheeling Gull Isle slender capes of red and chrome.

She felt Abel's absence like a piece of herself had detached and drifted out to sea. And in a way it had, for her littermates were a part of her, and she a part of them. Her tremors worsened in the light of realization, leaving her a raw and shivering thing, tearful, unable to calm herself.

Ana no longer knew what it was to feel safe.

She snapped and snarled at all who approached save Ava and @Saint. Her own snarls were brief, whiny things, nothing like the endlessly rolling growl which consumed Ava at times. Still, she had turned to a hostile and high-strung little thing; wary of the world, angry with it, angry with herself. Abel was gone. She would not have it.

She stalked past Everett with a sharp, dismissive growl. Leave, all of her body language said, and she turned a harsh shoulder to him as she approached her sister. Find Abel, She whispered; announcement, inquiry, plea. They could not be separated, any of them, couldn't Ava see?

All of Ana was terrified that she would not; all of her was alight with fear, and she trembled and her stomach roiled and she fell into anxious silence.