Wheeling Gull Isle wrap yourself in blankets and give the ocean an inch.

Stockholm wasn’t following his mate. Nope. Definitely not following her and keeping an eye on her. That would be weird. She was a grown-ass adult who could take care of herself, and he trusted her, and didn’t want to smother her but… okay, so Stockholm was following her. But only because there was this prickling worry that kept burrowing it’s way into his thoughts. Somewhere along the way – he isn’t sure when exactly – something had happened between Coelacanth and one of the other wolves on the island. She had not presented with any physical injuries, but there was clearly something amiss none the less. And though they could communicate quite well, even without words, she had not made an attempt to articulate what exactly had transpired to him. And he did not feel it was his place to push her to explain.

So yeah, he’s kind of stalking her.

Which turns out to be a good thing.

The Armenian had taken up post amid a rocky section of shore a little further back, playing casual and lounging in the sun, letting the warmth radiate through his pale cream-toned fur and letting his eyes follow Seelie’s delicate silhouette as she wandered the shore. So focused on the Groenendael was he that he completely missed Poppy’s plight until Seelie suddenly took off at a sprint and dove into the water. He was on his feet in an instant, bewildered and concerned at her behavior, until he saw brief flash of color in the water and was struck with the realization of what she was doing – going after someone who was being pulled under.

He sprung into action with the same suddenness that Seelie had, sprinting down the shore at full speed and crashing into the water without hesitation. The Gampr is not as adept a swimmer as the Aralez, but he makes his way out to the pair none the less, if Seelie can pull the stranger to the surface he will be there to as a buoy that she can grab onto to stay afloat.