Wheeling Gull Isle how to call on old gods

Feel free to skip me ♥ This post is no good, but I wanted to help out with the pack claiming threads.

Like Axolotl, Coelacanth had begun to feel a certain possessiveness toward the island. There was something momentous about the way it had sheltered the wolves from the churning fury of sea and sky that suggested they belonged to it as much as it belonged to them. For Seelie personally, though, the isle held a deeper, more poignant significance.

The tiny Groenendael had shed her burdens upon this island’s shores and had expelled the vitriol of long months of trauma. Fresh, clean food and restful days had restored the glossy cobalt sheen to her atramentous fur, and although she was still emaciated and skeletal, Seelie was making slow improvement every day. Most of her healing had to do with her badly wounded psychological state, but the truth remained that she had been reborn here.

Axolotl’s border marking had not escaped the inky sheepdog’s notice, and she made to follow his scent — but she was intercepted by a bewitchingly lovely female whose bright plumage gave her the appearance of a creature afire. Hesitation followed swiftly, just a step behind awe, but Coelacanth had already stepped out into the open. Finely tapered muzzle dipped as she backpedaled a pace or two, having noticed the hazel-eyed wayfarer even if she herself had not been noticed. A soft whuff ghosted from lips that trembled with trepidation, tufted ears skimming back against her skull to convey shyness and then pressing forward to make her curiosity known. The sharp ridges of her hips dipped low as she folded her tiny, fragile frame into a soft lowercase “c” to look appealingly up at @Maera.