Wheeling Gull Isle how to call on old gods

sorry x___x

As if the frail sheepdog's silence were contagious, Maera continued to watch the scene unravel without making a sound, and this time, not even parting her lips to express a desire to end this sudden silence that had overcome her. She wasn't one to trust strangers easily so she could too relate to the other's wariness. Maera's tail doesn't cease to flick anxiously, she wants to meet this girl she really does, for it is to her and the others that Maera has offered her help, but she too is filled with a sudden urge to run back to the anonymity she has refuged herself until now that Axolotl, probably sensing none would break the silence, decides to make introductions for them.

Coelacanth, she echoes in her mind, finding the name beautiful and rare - just like the creature before her. However, it her last name that causes Maera's ears to perk up. Wasn't he a Corten, as well? She wondered suddenly, turning her head back to seek answer for this unspoken question in Axolotl's eyes.
Were they related?
How so?
They didn't look like littermates, so Maera could only conclude they shared their last name from another union. 
Were they mates?

Maera's heart fell to the depths of her stomach and roused a wave of nausea. 
Axolotl then informs her she cannot speak, and Maera, without shifting her hazel gaze from the female, only hums in response. She does not ask why, not only because it is inappropiate, but because she feels simply that all that she can say is useless.
Or so she feels. 

After a while of simply watching Coelacanth, she opens her mouth "a pleasure, Coelacanth" she says with a dip of her nose, then Maera turns once more to the man.
Though fire seems to kiss her entire body, she feels suddenly cold.
Suddenly dumb.