Wheeling Gull Isle can't touch it with your two hands, can't find it with your third eye

@Axolotl?

If Komodo were at the borders of Undersea’s divine province, it was for one reason and one reason only — to stare out at the endless, rolling sea and ponder its wisdom. It was clear to the angakkuq that the ocean was the tool of the gods; perhaps not the gods per se, as Axolotl believed, but a means to interpret their instructions. They spoke through the waters [spoke loudly and clearly, as the maelstrom had evinced] and Komodo listened; attempting to scry what he could from the echoes of the crashing waves upon the hollowed sands.

But that day, Komodo traced the outline of the beach for another purpose. Instead of questioning the universe’s divine intents, he traipsed along the water’s edge, marked the sands every feet meters and then kicked the sands to cascade his own scent across the beach. It was likely about time the brute had assumed some of these duties, as he had relied quite heavily upon the masked atlantian to attend to such pursuits. The man seemed to like the task, after all. In fact, part of what drove the man to tend to the borders that day was to seek out Axolotl himself. Since the clan’s meeting upon the beach, the energy between than had been…. curious, to say the least. As one of the new wolves that Komodo knew from their prior existence, the mottled bruise was eager to settle this upset.

Komodo continued his trek down the beach, his fireblight gaze combing the sands for the very male who seemed so at home upon them.