Wheeling Gull Isle below her mouth

Komodo had risen before the sun that morning, but not without purpose. The evening prior, the idea came to him to bless this place, and the new residents who filled its walls, both young and old — it had come to his mind less than it had rushed to fill him, and that was how the the roguish angakkuq knew this was the bidding of the gods. Komodo found that sleep came difficult; and once it had come, waking was even more so! There was no winning when the gods had plans for him, so he relented, left the side of his raven and went to forage for supplies just as the tender pinks and citrus hues of sunrise began to percolate out from under the eastern hills.

The man was looking for the last of summer’s coastal herbs — he had nearly missed the season in his travels, which had been a consequence Komodo decided he just had to deal with. There had been fires in the area recently, he had scried even before they had reached again the Teekon’s coast, but still he was able to find some wild, white sage and various sprigs of plants in the colors gold and green, the colors of strength and unconditional love, respectively.  Later, whenever the saline-thick air would allow the sage to dry, he was crush tit into a fine powder with a makeshift mortar and pestle and spread it across the islands to bless and nurture the earth so that it may better support the lives of the seawolves. The small boughs would be strategically placed on the earth and within low-lying tree branches in order to facilitate the movement of energies and better direct their effects upon the wolves. Feng shui, anyone? 

But, for now, all plant matter lay in a small pile on the beach’s sands, far from where the lapping tide could reach them. At first glance, it might have appeared to be abandoned, but not far out of view was Komodo — waist deep in the waves, stand staunch and sturdy as they pounded methodically against his barrel-like chest, eyes closed, thinking of everything and nothing at the same time.

@Coelacanth, if you got a second between kitten cuddles?