Wheeling Gull Isle keep a weather eye on the horizon

taking a gamble with the info about what went down at the meeting
also eeeeeeeeeek

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As soon as those words left her lips, Maera's lips began to tremble.
Maera, who had never truly taken an interest in exploring her spitirituality, couldn't really claim she had any beliefs. Her parents (for the short and sporadic moments that they were around) had never instilled any sort of credo or doctrines on her or her siblings. And because of the almost effervescent state of her parents' presence and lack of consistency in almost of all of the following relationships she managed to build throughout her life, Maera had become skeptical, dubious, and flightly by default.
Yet somehow she believed Axolotl.

 He voices his concern for Komodo's reaction towards his absence, and though Maera now understands the though that led him to refrain from showing to the meeting, she also knows that unless he explains this same thing to the rest, the others as he worries they might, will probably question his desire to lead given his absence. Though Maera has never been one to crave power (given that she has never truly has had a taste of it) she feels somewhat enthralled by Axolotl's wishes, hunger, to lead.
Again, in her chest, a flame seemed to light up: a desire she hadn't even considered to have.
"he did not claim to be king, nor did anyone suggest he should be" she barked, her voice soft as she tried to assure not only that he would not find himself unwelcome as he feared but that he could still make a move.

And he did, though not towards what Maera expected, meaning his persuit for leadership, but towards her. 
His nose reached the soft fur of her cheek and not only does the flame allow him to sink into her but seeks to do so herself as well. With her tail wagging gently behind her, she brings her nose towards the small specks that adorn his cheeks and then tracing a line from there towards the end of his muzzle plants a lick over the leathery surface of his nose.