Wheeling Gull Isle maybe when the coast is clear

There were a lot of new wolves arriving - some of them sounding more friendly than others. Grayday positioned himself in front of his daughter, the fur along his spine bristling as many voices converged. Something that wasn't Lavender drew close to him. A low growl ticked in his throat, but was headed off by Coelacanth's soft assurance. He returned her nuzzle, turning his head and catching her velvet muzzle with his tongue.

"Okay," he said uncertainly, still hovering protectively over his daughter.