lost at sea

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The red kelp she inspected was fruitless, and as she placed it back in scorn and looked up she was surprised to see the assumed corpse move. She froze, her expression taut -- both of her ears cupped forward in sudden alarm. She was certain it had moved -- and as Wynter flanked her, her gaze fell on the rambling seaweed and flesh.

It was quite clear now that the mound she had estimated deceased was alive -- but Caiaphas did not rush to its aid. She hung back, her posture somewhat assertive. It had been the Mothers that had rejected this whelp, and unless she perceived some semblance of a sign from them soon, she would turn and leave the pup to perish on the hyperborean strand.