Blackfeather Woods the gull’s way and the whale’s way

The puncture wounds inflicted by the Silencer had crusted over, but they broke open as his sister held Coelacanth fast and murmured promises that fell upon deaf eras. The stray had lost all hope, all reason to believe that this young wolf with the enchantingly mismatched eyes would truly aid her, but Seelie was utterly outmatched either way and had little choice but to comply. She nodded, the movement so feeble and quick it was visually indiscernible, but the tautening of her muscles would surely be felt by the stardust-dappled Prowler.