Blacktail Deer Plateau your scent is a sweet felony

Coelacanth sat at a close perpendicular to Stockholm and Catori, an even distance from both, so that their three bodies formed an acute triangle — the acutest triangle in all the Teekons. Elated, she watched their interaction, her chest puffed with pride and her posture as tall as she could make it — which was, admittedly, not very tall. Then, unable to keep still, she began frolicking around the two with unfettered joy wreathing her delicate features in a silly dog smile. Given her impediment, it was natural and easy for her to withdraw somewhat from conversation; but, although she seemed to tune out, she was always listening. She just wasn’t typically an active participant.

This time, she attempted in her own way to get things moving. She circled round, sidling up alongside Catori like a — well, like a cat — and propping up the Spiritwalker’s chin with her own head. Of all her family members, Catori was one of the dearest. Like Seelie, she was her parents’ only daughter; her brother’s only sister. Amoxtli had been close to Chelan for similar reasons.

She wanted Stockholm to see where she’d come from, just as much as she wanted Catori to see where she’d been — and on that note, she left her cousin’s side to make a tight circle around the Gampr, purring low in her throat and occasionally chirping her approval. “I like him very, very much,” is what her actions said. Coelacanth loved a great many wolves; she’d love you as soon as she met you, if you gave her the chance. Liking of this kind, though, was less common — and quite possibly something Catori hadn’t witnessed before. It hadn’t happened to Seelie until the first day she met Marbas, after all — and being that her feelings toward Stockholm were reciprocated and essentially rewarded, she was three times as ridiculous as she might have been otherwise.