Wheeling Gull Isle they are one person

It was time. Time to put a face to the name, to put an end to her constant fretting. Not that this would alleviate the latter, not altogether, but it did establish a sense of. . .reality? To know that he was here, that he was real, and that he was not going away any time soon.

She left Mou with the children, giving him a gentle kiss upon his brow and telling him she'd be away for some foraging. And it was true, to an extent. She needed to get out of the den and stretch her legs, free herself from the constant demands of growing children.

And they needed to eat. So there was that, too.

Maegi began the walk around the island's perimeter, heading down to the pale ribbon of beach that encircled the forest while all the while keeping her nostril's flared for traces of @Phox's scent. She wasn't on an urgent quest for the man, but she did intend to run into him today at some point.

She needed to know him, know whether he was the monster so many Redhawks were in her mind, or something else. Someone to be reasoned with. She would not know until they met.