Wheeling Gull Isle you've still got a little lightning in you

As if summoned by Coelacanth simply thinking about him, Stockholm steps out of the thick underbrush down shore from the pair. In all reality he was only patrolling the territory, further familiarizing himself with the landscape and tending to any scent markers that needed it.

His gaze catches on Seelie’s dark silhouette immediately, and his tightly cropped ears perk forward in curiosity. The tiny sheepdog has many friends that are still strangers to the Gampr, but this one is even moreso an unknown to him. This is someone he did not see at either of the meetings nor in passing on the island. Seelie’s body language clearly denotes this is a friend, someone who is no threat, but the guardian is inquisitive none the less and he changes course to approach the pair, large paws leaving deep indents in the wet sand.

As he gets closer he allows his tail to sway lazily back and forth against his hocks, lowering his head below the line of his back to convey that he is no threat.