Wheeling Gull Isle I got the woofers in my Jeep

The real uncertainty here was not whether the bright young wolf could stay, but whether he would stay. Undersea was a sanctuary for the lost, the sick, the weary, the wounded. Not even “gifts” from the sea were permanent; the storm had taught her that. Thus, Seelie couldn’t answer that question any more than Sockeye himself could, and by way of reply, “Can you catch, Tauhou?” she teased him playfully, disappointed by his lackadaisical show thus far. It was not an alpha’s biological imperative to choose the strongest and the best that made her long to test him so, but an impish desire to get past the fol-de-rol and continue with her romping. She kicked into a brisk trot, alternately putting on speed and dropping back to egg him on.