Wheeling Gull Isle daggers and diamonds

Driftwood smothered a laugh and raised a paw from the earth to swoon in mock-horror at Stockholm's melodramatic reply. Maegi made herself of more-practical use, actively trying to detach the tiny assailant from Stockholm's paw. Still grinning, Driftwood leaned forward to see if she was in need of any help—though he had a high opinion of Maegi's calm competence and rather doubted he himself would do much besides get in the way. Driftwood leaned futher back rather abruptly, however, as before he could verbally offer a helping paw regal young Reed went majestically sweeping by him, pointedly pretending he wasn't there. Whoops. Driftwood kept his lip buttoned and straightened nervously up like a schoolboy caught misbehaving, not really feeling up to another sound scolding from the intimidating young girl who'd just had her own Mitexi. Perhaps discretion was the better part of valor, here— and given that Stockholm himself rather unsurprisingly didn't seem all that genuinely concerned about the stubbornly-barnacled pup who'd attached herself to him, Driftwood figured he was safe enough to stay clear of the whole matter unless he was more-specifically summoned. (Especially since Seelie herself now seemed to be egging the little thing on. Driftwood's smirk reappeared more widely yet as the Aralez's playful smack raised a dusty puff of sand.)

Driftwood's chest puffed out and his stance grew taller yet as Seelie more graciously thanked him and then informed him of his promotion. He basked wordlessly in the news, beaming, and after a moment remembered the second and pinker shell beneath his paw, which he proceeded to quietly slide over in @Maegi's direction with a smile just for her and a murmured but heartfelt, Congratulations! following Coelacanth's enthusiastic and official raising of her from the puppyhood ranks to the adult. You'll make a Seawolf I'll be proud to stand alongside. He thought that perhaps the smooth curves of the little pink seashell might look nice in her new gardens, but silently left any decisions up to her—the gift was hers to do with as she chose now, whether that be to display, discard, or hoard the thing.

His face grew graver and more pensive for a moment, stilling as the announcement of Grayday's death was shared. It didn't take long for the tiny smile to dawn anew however as the next step drew the tiniest of the puppies into a ceremonial place of welcome as well. Driftwood scooted a little closer to the water, side-eyeing Grayling's venturesome steps with mild suspicion and watchful protectiveness as he kept his ears turned and tuned to hear what words might follow Overseer Stockholm's offer. He stood by, ready to assist any who might need it in any way.

Anyone can go ahead and feel free to PP anything further from Driftwood in this thread, if you wish!
This may be my final reply in here, depending on what/whether any others' inputs indicate a further response from me. ;)