Wheeling Gull Isle four in the morning

The Gampr remains silent and steadfast by Coelacanth’s side, giving her all the time she needs. If she wanted to stay here all night, then that is what they would do. But eventually she moves, buries her face into his neck and he murmurs softly to her, a low rumble in his throat. Here. Always here. He bumps his head against hers, letting her stay entangled with him until she is ready to go; and they descend the Skybowl together to seek out Moorhen. Which ends up being a rather easy task, as the young girl is also seeking them.

His ears perk forward at the sound of her voice, laced with protective aggravation at the sight of Seelie’s distress – despite putting on her brave face his mate still appears rather woeful to those who know her well enough. The Armenian is quick to explain in an attempt to soothe away the bristling hackles, though admittedly it warms his heart greatly to see someone else so protective of his Aralez. “Amoxtli, Sirimiri and Serein have left with Brontide to return to Vargas Island.”