Wheeling Gull Isle from ushant to scilly 'tis thirty-five leagues

Moorhen was tired. It'd been a long day, made longer by the stress of their three new additions. She trusted Venninne and her child well enough, but something about the pale girl had rubbed her the wrong way. Still, she'd remained by the guppy's side, just as she'd said she would.

It seemed like eons later that she finally stirred, not seeming to notice her sentinel, but going for the meal that had been provided. Moorhen watched her, distrustful but unconcerned as she polished off the fish.

"Welcome," said Moorhen, because that was what the Shadow would have wanted her to say. "Home at Undersea. Island." She unfolded from her sphinx-like repose, trying not to startle the girl into another fit of unconsciousness. "I em Moor. Protector. Dark shadow - Coelacanth. Mom wolf. Um. Leader."