Blacktail Deer Plateau your scent is a sweet felony

Paging @Stockholm! Come and meet Seelie’s beautiful cousin. ♥

On any other occasion, information about Catori’s husband and children would have seemed incredibly important, but the chance of seeing Amoxtli wiped out every other conscious thought in Seelie’s busy mind. She bounced excitedly, slim jaws snapping double-time in a flurry of airy “barks” — a resounding, “Yes!” — and threw her tiny body into a grand jeté in the direction of the springs.

Speaking of the hot springs…

Though she wouldn’t have called the Gampr her mate or husband, Stockholm was in a class of his own. She had no name for it. Oh, she had been fascinated and even infatuated with other males — Marbas and Kierkegaard had been chief among them — but only Stockholm had withstood the test of time. Like her previous beaux, the Gampr cut an impressive figure but seemed to possess a niche in his life just large enough for a certain feather-furred female — a missing element or a hurt for which she possessed the perfect panacea. In Stockholm’s muddied bloodline, though, she saw a reflection of herself. His grief on the beach had shown her what she’d been too young to understand when Selkie had driven her away. Stockholm’s loyalty to the Man, while it could not wipe away the entirety of the betrayal she felt, had helped her to understand that Selkie’d had no other choice.

Seelie didn’t really think of these things, though; she simply understood them in a subconscious way, and recognized that her dependence on and affection for Tovarisch was special and different from other wolves. The idea of making any journey without him — even a short one to find her twin! — was inconceivable. Her tail, which was whipping her hocks a mile a minute at the prospect of seeing Amoxtli again, somehow managed to quicken its frenetic pace as she emitted a soft, almost feline chirping. She adopted a hesitant stutter-step of bounce, chirp, pause — bounce, chitter-chirp, pause — and seemed to light up like a tree at Christmas when she spotted someone in the distance. A bright, two-toned whine whispered from her smiling lips.

A wolf who didn’t know Seelie as well would perhaps wonder if she’d stumbled upon Amoxtli to elicit that sort of response, but Catori would know otherwise — Coelacanth had spotted someone she expected to see. This was a warm greeting, but the Groenendael was not surprised.