Wheeling Gull Isle Don't lose hope

The tension in the air, compiled with Maegi’s fleeing form and the heightened protectiveness he feels toward his mate, urges Stockholm to draw himself up to his full height. Close-cropped ears push forward assertively and there is a low growl backing his command: “Back up.” His tone brooks no argument as he pushes forward to stand beside his Aralez — she is a free spirit and he wouldn’t dream of trying to box her in or control her, but neither can he allow her to put herself in such jeopardy. He doesn’t know or trust these strangers, but he does trust Coelacanth and Reigi’s judgment. “Head for the sandbar.” He’s prepared to be civil, but his patience is already worn thin by the upset this intrusion has already caused.