Wheeling Gull Isle we carry on

Basing his familiarity with Stockholm because at one of the last gatherings, he had mentioned a hunt and Connie had joined him at the end of the thread. <3 Can adjust if I should!

He lingered, only because of @Aria, though he would admit this to no one. The black seadog he had befriended aided in this as well – but as the group of wolves continued to stagnate, and more and more of their scents faded, the wraith too felt the itch in his paws to move on – he could not remain in limbo forever.
 
His eyes peered out to the sandbar once more – glinting with unspoken thoughts before one ear would flicker with understanding as another summoned them. He had been quietly pleased that @Komodo had taken a journey for now – his dislike for the tawny wolf growing each time they had gathered. Stockholm, however, was a beast the ebony Mayfair could become accustom to for company – and even had, through the needs of a hunt.
 
It was this respect for the wolfdog that brought him forward, and with his eyes casting themselves upon the two wolfdogs present, and then the silver she-wolf, he vaguely wondered if they were all that remained – and what this meant for all of them. He spoke nothing for a moment – instead, his stocky form remained fixated upon studying the others, and while he tilted his muzzle in quiet inclination of a greeting, Constantine found himself far more reserved in nature from the losses suffered that he would also admit. “We need to move forward,” he rumbled, and his gaze drifted to Stockholm – assuming this was the reason the man had beckoned for them all.