Cerulean Cape wave-wracked and wanton

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Powerplaying Stockholm with permission.

The festivities wore on through the night, ending only with the rising of the sun. Brontide, Sirimiri, and Serein had run through a few of their favorite songs to close out the celebration:

Brontide told a story that he’d learned from the nomadic Âlluasiak dancers — the same wolves who had taught Coelacanth to tell stories and sing songs through movement. It was, of course, adapted to those with the ability to speak and hear, for Brontide had no talent for dancing. The story was of the akhlut, a shapeshifting creature who normally kept the form of a gigantic orca — but would assume the form of a wolf to walk on land. “Given that,” he teased the former Undersea Council, “who’s to say you’re not all akhluts?”

Serein and Sirimiri sang a medley of songs from various common fairytales, cunningly adapted for a lupine audience.

The three closed with “The Lament of the Vedmak” — a song gifted to them by a bard from the faraway Enok Tundra — spinning the tale of an amorphous, agender shapeshifter who assumes the form of a wolf and finds it so pleasing they attempt to keep it indefinitely. They are regarded as tuttava — a friendly acquaintance — by a nearby band of northern warriors, but over time, they are eventually found out and shunned by the true wolves for their deception. When an evil force attempts to blot out the tundra wolves’ homeland, the shapeshifter gives up their immortality to save it — and in return for this act of self-sacrifice, they are born a final time as a wolf and given the name Totuus, or truth, by the warriors.

As the Morningsiders readied themselves for the journey home, Coelacanth looked to Stockholm to speak for her. The Gampr informed the Morningside branch of the Corten family tree that he, Coelacanth, and Faeryn would be returning to Wheeling Gull Isle in the spring to make their home there. Although the friendly nature between the established pack and the burgeoning seaside tribe was still in its beginning stages, Coelacanth exchanged a glance with @Faeryn and @Stockholm that conveyed quite plainly how important it was to her that they nurture it. She hoped that relations between her pack, Grayday’s pack, and even Constantine’s pack would remain peaceable — and the Council would do their best to help things along.