Wheeling Gull Isle sorrowing, sighing, breathing, dying

Set for a day or so after the worst of the storm - tagging @Stockholm for visibility

Moorhen and @Radcliffe had taken shelter further inland for the worst of the storm, but today, they ventured to the sandbar to find it in a passable state. If the tide had not been as low as it was, they would have been out of luck, but Moorhen was able to help her young charge across, and now they stood on the island that she'd long dreaded returning to - only to find that Thresher was back among them!

Moorhen's tail wagged furiously as she took in the girl's scent. She was angry beyond all belief, but her relief over the girl's return was tenfold that of her more negative feelings. With a happy, almost drunken sway to her steps, she ventured further into the island and tipped back her head, calling out for @Coelacanth to come and meet her newest lamb.