Wheeling Gull Isle When we meet again

Sock had made this little strand of beach his temporary home. Something had told him he would find his brother here, but he hadn't quite believed it until he was watching Steelhead's sorry form drag itself from the sea. Eel tipped back his head and howled, but Sock didn't waste his breath responding. Instead, he rocketed toward the water-logged male and tackled him right back into the waves.

"Finally found me, you old trout?" he grizzled, overjoyed to have the man's familiar scent back in his nares.