Wheeling Gull Isle you were beautiful

At first, Coelacanth watched Mou and Koi interact with sharp, anxious eyes — but her gaze softened at the waiting stillness of his body, the inquisitive quivering of his nose, the glimmergloss of his eye. She crept closer, kissing the tears from his cheek even as her own eyes began to glisten anew and spill over. It was so good to have him here — but it had come at such a cost! Would he ever walk again, speak again? “Oh,” she breathed tearfully. “Oh, Mou.” He would get better, she told herself fiercely. With Hemlock, Reed, Maegi, and herself tending to his wounds, how could he not?

Thoughts and ideas bubbled busily in the cauldron of her mind. The little eddies and pools in Morningside Moor would be good for Mou to build muscle with low impact workouts, and when he was feeling stronger he could use the gentle incline of Coaltree Rise to build his strength further still. Perhaps the puppies would be his partners in this, learning to navigate a bright new world alongside him.