Barrow Fields tiger's hunt

The greeting was a strange one; Moorhen was not sure it was a greeting at all, and thus, when she halted and swung around to face the stranger, it was with an air of deep suspicion ready to snap into aggression at the slightest provocation. She didn't mind company, but was not in the mood to tolerate unfriendliness, at the moment.

But when she looked at the stranger and caught her scent in the wind, it was as though her mind was put through a total reset. For a moment, she was a small seashell on the beach, watching Doe's shadow go one way and Doe's daughter the other. She had been caught in between, stuck on the beach and unable to choose.

She'd had her time with Coelacanth.

"Jule?" she said hesitantly, padding closer. The paler girl had been bigger than her when they were children, Moorhen had long since caught up to the other girl, and though she might even be a little bigger, now. She observed all this in a few swift seconds, coming back to herself, to the present. So much had happened since that day; Moorhen had never expected to see her again, even after running into her brother.