Wheeling Gull Isle maybe when the coast is clear

The journey had been a bit much for Grayday - especially when it came time to cross the sandbar. He'd never liked the ocean, and he worried some of the waves might just sweep poor Lavender away - but they'd made it, and Grayday trudged close behind Coelacanth to combat the confusion of walking blindly through the sand. Eventually they bumped to a stop, Grayday's nose shoving hard into Seelie's flank before he stumbled back a step or two.

He did not howl, of course, having no idea that Seelie indicated they were welcome to do so. Instead, he gave a wag of his tail and stumbled toward the stream he could hear and smell, hoping to wash the evidence of saltwater from his pelt and throat.

"You okay, Lav?" he asked, head swinging 'round in search of his daughter.