Wheeling Gull Isle tripping on skies, sipping waterfalls

@Amoxtli @Stockholm, @Faeryn, @Komodo, @Hemlock, @Sirimiri, @Tapat, @Reed, @Droman, and @Fawn — Seelie is going to go check out the island and scout out a new stomping ground. Feel free to join in whenever! I kept this purposefully vague. ♥ This thread will have a posting order, to make it less chaotic for people. ^^

They gathered in the water, but there were clouds beneath their paws.

It was an unseasonably warm spring day, and the sun was at its zenith. To Coelacanth, it sounded like the sea itself was talking, the breathlike rhythm of the waves asking gently but insistently, “Why wait? Why wait?” She’d been putting off returning to the island because her obsessive sheepdog’s mind demanded that she wait until absolutely everyone was gathered together in one group before they made the trip — but she was beginning to see that her hesitation wasn’t doing anyone any favors. The wolves she and Stockholm had lost had forged their own paths. Some of them had returned to the sea: Faeryn, Komodo, Hemlock, and Tapat, for example. Others had made settlements of their own, like Constantine. She fancied that she could see her own path stretching before her; she just needed to reach out and take it. But she couldn’t do it alone.

As if pulled by some invisible force, Coelacanth took one step — then another — then another. If not for her dancer’s elegant muscle memory, her hesitant locomotion might have appeared stilted and mechanical. As she got closer to the land bridge she quickened her pace and her faraway eyes refocused; she looked shyly upon her companions, her Neptune gaze lingering fondly upon Stockholm, and turned to sniff curiously at the sand. The tide was unusually low and was likely to remain so for some time, making the crossing safe for even the burgeoning pack’s tiniest guppies.

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Delicate paws touched down upon the shore where Coelacanth had found Stockholm and Aditya; where she had been welcomed by Komodo; where she had been reunited with Axolotl, Ixchel, and Doe. She had forgiven Dakarai and Arturo upon these pearled sands. Immediately she felt a sense of homecoming that she had previously only associated with Vargas Island. She had so longed to show Amoxtli the little slice of heaven she’d found, and she hoped her twin would find the unexplored nooks and crannies of the island to his liking as well as find security in its relatively small size. The land afforded freedom for those with a penchant for wandering, like Komodo, and distance for those who wished to separate themselves from the congested Teekon mainland.

Nose to the ground, she meandered without any real rhyme or reason as she reacquainted herself with the isle, her carriage neutral and her limbs loose and untroubled.