Wheeling Gull Isle renege

Takes place at Undersea's brand new Wood Pile.

After watching various sea wolves dragging driftwood and other litter out to sea, Moorhen had become rather protective of her magnificent pile of wood. She was lying on top of it, now, draped rather precariously across several large branches that had creaked briefly in protest before deigning to hold her weight.

Between her jaws was a soggy thigh bone that had washed up upon the beach, still flavored with blood and marrow once she'd gotten through the sand and sea salt coating. She worried at it anxiously with her yellowed fangs, eyes scanning the area every few seconds in search of something else to hold her interest.