Cerulean Cape wave-wracked and wanton

The seawolf was mostly just going with the flow of the gathering and catching snippets of conversations, but not participating herself. She wasn't the greatest with words, and so she simply went along with the bubbly chatter and ring of gleeful laughter. But when the voice called to her, a familiar voice, her blue coated ears cupped forward and her sapphire gaze searched until it found Stockholm crossing the distance between them. Immediately her face broke into another grin like it had with Seelie, and her tail swayed behind her with a rush of sudden joy. Indeed, she was immensly glad to see another of the council, a familiar face and one who she trusted. "Stockholm!" The gem greeted, a sparkle in her cerulean orbs.

"Looks like a fun party," Faeryn chuckled, glancing momentarily around at the beaming wolves as they reunited with family and friends. "It's great to see you and Seelie." She smiled warmly as he briefly touched his muzzle to her shoulder and she mirrored the gesture, still pleased to see him. Hopefully they would find time to talk more at some point.

Then her attention was caught again by the talk of sea lions, and she joined once more with the gathering group of hunters so she could aid in bringing down one of the creatures.