Wheeling Gull Isle santeria

please never apologize for being you <3

Within a moment, the lithe sheepdog was at his side — so near that for a moment’s time, Komodo felt as if even his stocky musculature might be pushed over by the gentle intensity of it. But the brute steeled himself and pushed back against her, a rumble of sincere platitude roiling from deep within his ribcage; his sonorous nonverbals contrasted greatly by the featherlight breaths and sighs that emanated from the girl. He listened to all she had to say, letting the fluidity of her nearness stoke something deep within him.

With a sideline glance, Komodo attempted to look upon the wisp of smoke at his side — the angle wouldn’t afford his gaze any purchase, but he found that he didn’t need it. Coelacanth was quite a distinguishable and memorable-looking lass, all thin and long-legged as she was. Looked the way she did as a cub, but grown and filled out — and nothing like her pureblooded brethren, with whom the angakkuq had grown close. It had fascinated him at first, and though the brute would loathe to admit it now, there was more than one occasion he sat back and simply observed Coelacanth and Amoxtli to more deeply understand the dogness in them. 

At that moment, he felt no such need.

“Yer hungry,” his gravelly alto asserted — the tender growl of her stomach had not surpassed his ears, and the man couldn’t ignore the wasted figure that tucked up against him. He would catch her a meal — this, she did not have a choice in — and then they would talk as best they could. The man was interested to know what Seelie had made of herself… and, of course, how she had come to be so far from home.