Wheeling Gull Isle lovely

Komodo, unlike Reigi, had been going out of his way to be around others. He worked to greet new members, and to fill the caches, and to firm up their scent claim upon the wooded parts of the isle. Very few of his waking hours were spent doing anything beside praying and doing his duty. Komodo did these things because he was Vedmak and it was his job, but also because he harbored a very real sense of guilt for the happening with Coelacanth. He did not like the energy exchange that had happened between them, and he certainly did not like how it lingered and festered — in fact, the two hadn’t spoken since that day — but the angakkuq would not let his absence be noticed in any area but his physical presence. So, he took care of the island so that the little sheepdog could focus on her pursuits, whatever those were, and he did it whether or not she noticed his efforts. 

Komodo was marking the island’s borders, and he soon came across the woman who was doing the very same thing. He had met her once before and found the newcomer to be quite a curious thing — nameless and voiceless, as Coelacanth once was. The man was no stranger to having a nonverbal, canine counterpart, so he chuffed to her in greeting and sought to mark the borders in tandem; the woman looked particularly bright that day, and it drew him forward.