Cerulean Cape wave-wracked and wanton

The gratitude in Komodo’s voice does not go unnoticed, and it helps to ease the part of his mind that cannot let go of the guilt he harbors over Undersea’s dissolution. But while he may not know it now, this night will prove to be particularly healing for the Armenian. The energy and joyous atmosphere of the gathering is contagious. It is unlike anything else he has ever been a part of. Even when he lived in the wild before, his familial group was small and while they had their own traditions and celebrations, they seemed subdued and dim compared to the Cortens’ Hunter’s Moon.

Always attuned to Coelacanth’s movements to some degree, the exuberant way she dashes off again draws his gaze as she melts into a Seelie-puddle at Faeryn’s feet. Faeryn! His heart skips in delight, for he had feared the worst had befallen her and the rest of the seawolves, but no.. here she is. He crosses the sand and closes the distance between them, tail swaying back and forth in uninhibited joy – he had not known her nor the other seawolves for all that long, but his loyalty to them was already solidified and unwavering. “Fae! Welcome to the party.”

With the exception of Seelie, the Gampr doesn’t often impose on another's personal space without fairly explicit permission or invitation, but on this occasion he touches his muzzle briefly to the silvery shewolf’s shoulder in friendly affection. There was much they should talk about, but it could wait – the hunters were already on the move to join Seelie who was luring a sea lion towards the group. Having never eaten sea lion before, Stockholm was eager to find out what the strange looking creatures tasted like and he fell in line with the rest of the group to do his part in the hunt.