Totoka River waltzing the waves, diving the deep

Good, they weren’t trespassing. Stockholm had spent his life among dogs and humans, his time on the island is the longest he had been in the company of wolves that were not enemies, and some of their inherent customs and behaviors were still foreign to him. He personally doubted his ability to talk his way out of a trespassing faux pas without things ending messily.

“Stockholm. And this is Coelacanth.” He purposefully fails to mention where they hail from, the island is their secret, for now. He is aware of the shift in unease that ripples through Seelie, but it seems to subside on its own, and Durnehviir has done nothing to set off his internal alarm system, so he allows some of the tension to drain from his muscles. He shifts his weight and pushes his shoulder gently against Seelie for a moment, it’s alright.

“Since you’re from around here, perhaps you could help us out... I must admit I am painfully unfamiliar with the area.” And perhaps there is something they could offer in return for information. He isn’t sure what yet, but where he comes from even something as simple as giving directions deserves to be repaid with a kindness or service.