Wheeling Gull Isle amongst the whales and the waves

Tacking on a little conclusion here. ♥

Moorhen was mollified, but still not totally convinced — and definitely not in the mood for a language lesson from the Earthstalker. Sensing this, Coelacanth nosed reassuringly at her lamb’s cheek and then eased forward to bridge the gap between the seawolves physically as well as communicatively. Whuffing invitation, she alchemized their awkwardness into something resembling productivity. There were caches that needed tending and borders that needed marking, after all!