Sea Lion Shores What immortal hand or eye

The sheepdog’s ears were incredibly sensitive, and the touch of Niamh’s mouth, however innocuous, shocked a shiver down her spine. She erupted into wriggles, finding the sensation not at all unpleasant, and tilted her head to nuzzle at her friend’s cream-furred paw. “Niamh,” she whispered softly, the soft v-sound coming out a bit more like an f. She tried it a few more times until she got closer to the desired pronunciation, then offered a shy smile and entreated her new friend, “Niamh choose?” Perhaps she could cajole a new name from her sunny companion — but she didn’t keep her truename from the bright-eyed female, either. “Coelacanth. Seelie.” Her ink-feathered tail fluttered as she nuzzled at the underside of Niamh’s plush, pale-furred chin.