Del squinted and peered around as though looking for a bear. Because she was.

She sighed sadly and slumped. "There's one that way," she flung a finger in a northward direction, "but it's really far and it's not coming to the island."

Gnawing her lip, she added softly, "I think it has bigger problems than learning how to whistle. It's one of mine and I don't think it wants to be."

Barnabas went on point like a scent hound and immediately got all up in her face and licked it until she spluttered and laughed again. "Ick! Dog breath!"