Wapun Meadow in inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife

Komodo didn’t so much mind being called that, and he didn’t necessarily mind the pale man’s cutting greeting — burned spouses did have a tendency to hold onto such anger, the angakkuq had come to know — but the man swung his head to see how the reaction had struck the pretty lady to his side, and his heart clenched in a way it usually didn’t.

He had always a thing for the innocents; perhaps it was what had attracted him to Coelacanth originally. It was certainly what drew him to the raven, and might be what made him good with kids [and not so good with other males]. At first her stare was stoic and unreadable. Maybe she is hurt by the stranger’s unkind words — a wound that Komodo would be thrilled to soothe, later — but then she surprised him by turning on her heels, motioning to Yakone, and making to leave. 

The earthstalker passed a glance to the family’s father, and he quickly recognized that this was the state of disrepair that he had left his sacred friendship with Seelie. Was this the relationship he wished to exist between he and his co-council? Komodo had his raven now; he was sated — and Undersea called to both of them. So, to Undersea they must return.