Wheeling Gull Isle a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied

He inclines his head to the side slightly as Dakarai speaks up, asking if anyone was qualified to lead and voicing his interest in the position. His gaze flits towards Komodo immediately, looking for any reaction, subtle or otherwise, since the russet male was the one who called them together. Stockholm's attention quickly readjusts though as Coelacanth suddenly skirts behind him, as if seeking shelter from some threat seen only to her. His posture stiffens briefly, reflexively, but the source of her distress isn't clear to him -- none of the gathered canines have acted aggressively, even in a passive sense.. did she hear something he did not? Or was it something more nebulous that startled her, something one of the others said?

Unsure of the exact source of his inky companion's discomfort, Stockholm shifts his weight back and sinks to his haunches, letting Seelie use him as a shield for as long as she needs, turning his head back towards her slightly he gives her a soft smile and thumps his tail against the earth once to convey a silent message; it's alright, I will protect you, you are safe with me.

Faeryn's voice draws the Gampr's attention back to the group though. Another contender for the crown, apparently. He found it interesting how eager some of them seemed to want to jump into a position of such weighty responsibility. Stockholm did not deem himself much of a leader, but he was also at unease at the thought of being a follower to someone he did not know and did not trust. He turns his gaze back to Komodo, and does not miss the undertone of annoyance in his first syllables. Hmm.

"A very wise idea, a vote," he looks first to Faeryn then back to Komodo. "As is getting to know each other. Stockholm, by the way."

He ponders briefly, tempted to hold his tongue and say no more, but his personal investment in the situation draws it out of him -- if Seelie is staying, he is staying. And if he is staying, he will not submit to someone who has not earned the position with their actions. Though his appearance is that of a battle scarred warrior, his time with the Man has led him to speak in a cultured and diplomatic way. "You mentioned a stream earlier, possibly a good starting point for tracking prey? Might I be so bold as to suggest a hunt? Even if all we rustle up is a few rabbits, dinner would perhaps be a good starting point for acquainting ourselves with each other."