Wheeling Gull Isle the lonely sea and the sky

When the fish finally stops bludgeoning her in the chops, Seelie circles back to Cascada’s side of the pool and drops the glimmering carcass proudly at her paws. The tiny Groenendael’s movements are eloquent; she noses the fish toward her friend with unfeigned eagerness and backs up a pace, Neptune eyes luminous with shy friendliness. There is more than one way to catch a fish, though, and she doesn’t want the green-eyed female to be discouraged. More interested in coaxing another smile from her tawny companion than eating, Seelie dips a paw into the water and lets it linger there, whuffing softly to catch Cascada’s eye. She beckons with a bashful quirk of her slender muzzle, indicating that the novice fisherwolf should do the same.