Totoka River foam on the waves

At this point, Moorhen was too exhausted to know whether anything she said to the other woman was a bad idea. "Yes," she replied with a bob of her head. Another wolf might have gone on to express worry for the girl or to explain what had happened, but Moorhen simply stewed for a moment, not sure what else to say.

"I im Moorhen, of Undersea - ilann jule under sky’s light and sessong," she introduced, stumbling through the words in a rote but clumsy accent. "What do you - um. Naame?" Was she ever going to figure that one out? She was too tired to string words properly together, now, and it was showing in the slight sway of her lean figure. "You are skull," she blurted, unable to help commenting on the woman's odd markings. "I im rifbein. Rib."