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

It has never occurred to Stockholm to fear the sea; even after the events that led him to the island, even after it took the Man from him and changed his life forever. The dogs in his homeland had no religion, no beliefs outside of acknowledgment of the forces of nature and the law of Men that ruled them. And in his years with the Man he learned many things, knowledge that he accepted as truth because it came from the Man. Maybe that was a religion, a belief system, after all. He wasn't sure. But he believed what he had been taught -- the ocean was simply a large body of water, it held no consciousness, no ability to think or to be vengeful or cruel. It simply was a thing.

Still, this did not cause him to dismiss or judge the discomfort expressed by his companions. He leads them inland, through the low hanging boughs of spruce and fir, into a small clearing filled with fireweed starting it's change from green to red with the change of season. He glances back at his two charges and flashes Seelie a reassuring smile before seeking out the cache he knew was tucked away amidst the grasses, coming up with decent sized rabbit that had been buried there and gives it a good shake to dislodge as much dirt from it as possible before trotting back to Doe and Seelie. He lays the rabbit at Doe's feet in offering with a slow wag of his tail before sinking to his haunches and regarding the two for a moment, his gaze lingering in curiosity on the jawbone Doe holds in her mouth.

"Is your name Doe?" He tilts his head, hoping he heard Seelie correctly. "You are a friend of my Seelie, so you are a friend of mine. You are welcome to stay here with us."