The Sentinels sing a song of sixpence

Not understanding what the other wolf said (she was accustomed to this) and being satisfied that she'd scared him off, Moorhen continued on her way with a little more spring in her step. She'd been a little intimidated, thinking about starting off on her own all over again, but it seemed as though she'd lost little of her bite during her time on the island.

Moving inland once more, her thoughts turned to old friends she might visit - and one or two newer ones as well.