Wheeling Gull Isle tripping on skies, sipping waterfalls

The earthstalker wasn’t gone for long — Komodo knew better than to leave for months at a time, now. He wayfared enough to sate his itchy paws, but then he promptly made his return, lest the seawolves scatter themselves to all four winds once again! They had only just made a reappearance in his life, and it pleased the man immensely, so he felt rather protective of the bunch in a way that might of been unwarranted. 

Komodo had not experience the hesitance of returning to the island that Coelacanth did. Then again, the girl’s relationship with the spit of land was akin to a religious experience, while to him, it only played host to his religious experiences. He and the trio of Cortens had explored it previously and found it to be undisturbed; unperturbed — and that was good enough for Komodo — but as he watched the girl tread shyly into the gentle waters of low tide, he wondered. The ink dark girl, with her pelagic gaze and balletic zest, was truly something; there was something in her that riled his need to safeguard, to champion her wants and needs... but there were so many others that felt the same, so Komodo withdrew and let the woman have her happiness with the gampr. 

In a not unrelated distraction, the mottle wolf swung his head to look for the newest amongst them, @Fawn. She was new to island life, the fragile thing had divulged to him, so the angakkuq would gladly show her their ways.