Wheeling Gull Isle delicate

Although some had been lost during the storm, others had been returned to then. Mou was back, and Faeryn - and it was the latter she saw upon the beach that night, gazing up at the sky. Moorhen approached with a quiet chuff of greeting, not sure what sort of reception she should expect. She and Faeryn had never been close, but then, Moorhen had never been close with any but Coelacanth, Stockholm, and their brood.

Peace be, she offered as she neared, eyeing the spot beside the shewolf with half a mind to take a seat there - but it seemed too presumptuous, so she waited.