Wheeling Gull Isle aristotle and dante discover the secrets of the universe

Axolotl parts with Maera who is a near constant companion for him — though he very much enjoys her company and finds himself missing her presence when they go their separate ways for a few hours (or day) — for a few hours and heads a separate way than her. The leviathan of the seas does not yet pause to examine his growing feelings for the Sveijarn flame if only because of his self appointed duties. There is little time to focus upon himself in the wake of what lies before them. They are all together and they have survived the storm which was a battle in and of itself but creating a pack from nothing is far from simple. Though the sense of duty in the role it has taken within him is unfamiliar he does not shun it, instead he sets out to check upon the wolves of the Isle, setting aside the day for that single purpose.

The sneezes are what draws his attention to the fresh water and his pace slows, glacial gaze taking in the young female. He recognizes her vaguely and remembers that two young pups are often in tow of her when he does see her. Yet, they’ve had little time to interact between his self-appointed duties and her own. “How do you fare?” He inquires as he shrugs through the underbrush after letting out a soft chuff to announce his presence to her as to avoid startling her.