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

Doe's eyes slid from her Shadow to the larger wolf that'd come behind her. This time, she did slide between memories in the rapid and familiar flip-flip-flip. But eventually, the lens shuttered and stopped, and the pale wolf remained a stranger to her. Still, the stranger seemed friendly enough, and appeared to look favorably on her Shadow.

With a murmured command, Doe slipped away from the sheepdog, placing herself between the Shadow and the Sea. Then, Doe became the shepherd, urging Coelacanth toward the looming figure of the male. He was a stranger, but no stranger was more dangerous than the sea.

As they drew closer, Doe's body seemed to become more and more compact, until - when she reached the larger animal - her body was contorted into the very picture of submission. Please protect me, said a thrifty wag of her tail. I am small and harmless.