Wheeling Gull Isle When we meet again

Sockeye wagged his tail, pleased that - likewise - Steelhead looked as though he'd been doing well enough for himself. "The weather's been good and the fish, plentiful," he agreed, stepping back to give Steelhead's cheek one final kiss before turning and dancing through the waves. "And this island isn't half bad, either. I think we ought to stay, if they'll have us."

He ducked his head under the water and fished out a seashell that'd caught his eye. "They'd got a little black shewolf as a leader. Cute, but she's an odd duck."