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

Sorry for the delay, ladies, it's been a weird week <3

Stockholm was no stranger to silence and speaking through body language as opposed to words, so he found nothing strange in the quiet between Seelie and her companion, and offered no words as they approached. But he did pick up on something -- a deep, unsettled anxiety that seemed to roll off the two of them the same way the waves rolled and crashed upon the shoreline. It didn't take much to connect the dots, though he didn't fully understand the picture they made, but as Doe ushered Seelie closer and shrunk down yielding, Stockholm curved his body to place himself between the two women and the rush of the ocean, creating a physical and visual barrier, though there was nothing he could do to drown out the sound.

He bent his head, tail still lazily swaying back and forth, and leaned in to touch his nose to the unfamiliar female's shoulder -- gentle, featherlight, ready to back off the moment she might show any apprehension or unease -- catching her scent and offering a soft rumble from deep in his chest. It's alright, you're safe now.

Yellow eyes flick up towards Seelie and he chuffs softly, gesturing with the tilt of his head towards the trees. If he read things correctly, and it truly was the ocean, or this particular part of the shoreline that was causing the distress, they should head inland.