Cerulean Cape she don’t got a lot to say but there’s something about her

Takes place the night of the Hunter’s Moon. For @Aditya ♥

The world seemed very loud to the selkie’s daughter in the wake of her impromptu — and overwhelming! — family reunion. Amoxtli’s renewed presence in her life, combined with the evanescent appearance of her favorite aunts and second favorite uncle, filled her with a curious mixture of elation and anxiety. Komodo was back, and Faeryn too — she could scarcely believe it! — and Catori was a married woman and a mother. There was so much to be happy about…

…so why was she sitting at the water’s edge, trembling in the reddish glow of the moon?

Tufted ears sat pertly atop her velveteen crown as she gazed across the water toward the island. Her cerulean eyes were filled with longing. Doe would have loved the Hunter’s Moon — and the Cortens would have loved Doe. In her mind’s eye, the tiny Shadow saw her sprightly, scrappy friend, dancing beneath a starlit, moonless sky as she presided over a similar tradition:

“Tonight is the dark of the moon. Where I was born, it was a time to be together under the stars — we would share stories, and song and dance. So — who will tell a story?”

“Who will remind us what it means to be a pack?”

What did it mean to be a pack? Why hadn’t the stormborn wolves stayed together in the first place? Coelacanth shifted her view from the island to her reflection in the water, but a flicker of light drew her attention almost immediately toward the sky. A bright shooting star with a brilliant blue glow and a trailing silver-limned tail seemed to arc over the island before disappearing into its center. The sheepdog bounded to all fours, forelegs half-steeped in the shallows, and made a wish.