Sea Lion Shores seven seas, a thousand leagues

Want to close up with this round since the thread is quite outdated?

The atramentous sheepdog divvied up her attention between the Ironsea wolves as evenly as possible. When Awinita spoke, Seelie focused her sea sparkle eyes and tufted ears upon her, and she afforded the same courtesy to Sandpiper. Her dumb tongue cradled the unfamiliar names, but she was too shy to beleaguer the dissenting twain with her shoddy pronunciation; minute movements of her elegant muzzle sufficed, she hoped, in answering Sandpiper’s questions. Yes, she nodded, her Neptune eyes glancing pointedly in the direction of Wheeling Gull Isle; yes, there was adequate game on the island; and no, she saw no present need to settle any agreements regarding hunting grounds. There was a healthy population of black-tailed deer on the isle, and the sea was a great provider for the Corten family. A pointed glance asked Faeran to speak on Undersea’s behalf.

The uneasiness between Sandpiper and Awinita was painfully palpable to the aphotic empath, and her ink-feathered tail fluttered as she turned her finely-sculpted head delicately awry and yawned to help diffuse the situation before it escalated. She had detected similar subtleties between Axolotl and Komodo in the past and hoped that things would smooth out soon.

For her part, the Groenendael had prepared very few questions. The main goal had been to make nice with the new neighbors. Decisively, signifying that she had gleaned all she desired from the exchange, Coelacanth dipped her muzzle low and rolled the coconut toward the vividly-patterned female, knowing that the azure-eyed Akhlut would follow suit with the meat.