Barrow Fields castles in the sand, cradles in the trees

It wasn’t an easy kill in the slightest. Even with the buck being in such sorry shape, Seelie simply didn’t have the jaw strength or the body weight to contribute as much as a full-blooded wolf might have. Her talent was in herding, but she adapted to their situation as best she could: she leapt and snapped, and when she could, she hung on and clung like a burr. Already wounded and feverish with infection, the buck was overwrought enough that bleeding him and exhausting him strategy enough to bring him down — and at long last, sides heaving and tongues lolling, Seelie and Titmouse were victorious. She would have to bring some of the seawolves ashore to retrieve what they could of this bounty, but for now, Seelie flopped down and urged Titmouse to eat first. She was a little overheated despite the chill, and she typically didn’t like eating first anyway.

Once both Seelie and Titmouse sectioned off their portions and ate their fill, they spent some time being adorable together — probably grooming each other or something else painfully cute — before reluctantly parting ways, she to her island and he to his sister ohoho next adventure.