Wheeling Gull Isle i'm the moon

Surprise, I have brought the sea blimp!

Unfortunately for Stockholm, he’d taken a rather headstrong woman to wife. Leaving Fern and Mur under their pack brothers’ and sisters’ watchful eyes, she followed her mate at as quick a clip as she could manage. She arrived just in time to hear the Overseer grant Rokig his new rank, and her feathered tail wriggled wildly as she danced over to the Seawolf and adorned his jaw with a few airy nibbles. Not to ignore the newcomer, she approached Lainie with characteristic politeness, tufted ears sweeping forward upon her crown as she whuffed a soft greeting. “Peace be,” she breathed, her heart aching at how much the female reminded her of Dawn and Sunny. She was tiny, younger than Seelie, and visibly underweight despite the heavy cloak of her lustrous polished pewter fur, and the sheepdog cared for her immediately. “Seek shelter? Hunger? Thirst?” she wondered.