(I have to fight every urge not to use exclusively outdated words in my essays)
Coal landed lightly beside Ember.
I was too busy flying for my life, I have no idea if we were being followed! Coal thought. “I don’t think so,” he said unsteadily.
"Hm."
Ember slid along the wall of the fishing hut, stepping past the Werewolf and stopping at the corner of the small structure.
A pillar of grey smoke was wafting over the rooves of the town, stirring the morning fog, voices calling back and forth from the direction of the small fire.
Not my problem, the Harpy thought bitterly.
They'll figure it out.
She turned sharply to face the Werewolf and Coal again, jabbing a clawed finger at the former.
"That was stupid. You should have known better than to be out when at risk of a changing. I saved you from the brunt of it, you can figure the rest out on your own."
Ember redirected her gaze to Coal.
"We may have to regroup at the ship. We can't go looking for recruits in that sector of the cove now, so we'll have to try somewhere else, somewhere farther."
@Amer
@-Eridanus- (Maybe Lupin could get an idea about recruitment)