Stavanger Bay when it’s just you and me and the english channel

Phone post. Please excuse the brevity.

Chusi's exuberance was infectious, and Coelacanth needed little urging to feel happy and excited at the prospect of seeing Atoll again. Still, as the little foundling's piping cry added sharp staccato notes of punctuation to Szymon's long and loving howl, an unbidden memory rose: Crosscurrent's last love song to Seelie's sheepdog mother. She and Amoxtli had gone through the motions, but their fully healed and wholly ruined throats could sing no farewell of their own. A pang of loneliness, her life's one true constant, drummed through her veins -- but she distracted herself by turning her face into the salt-laden breeze and closing her eyes. Dipping her muzzle low, she sought to nibble with playful fondness at the very tip of Chusi's ear.