Wheeling Gull Isle daggers and diamonds

She nuzzled against Coelacanth, taking in her sweet, sea-redolent scent. Her words brought comfort, but also guilt--she knew as well as the Aralez that she would not stay forever. Was it selfish of her, to want to go home? Even surrounded by all this joy?

Maegi stared from pup to pup, trying to commit the names to memory. Each of them different, unique, like pearls. Once Seelie had finished speaking, she nodded, and glanced around at the other wolves gathered, a small smile coming to her mouth.

"This is Grayling," she began, her voice loud enough to be heard but not obnoxiously so, dipping her head at the boy, "and Sixgill. And this is Koi and Thresher. That's. . .that's their names." Relatively pleased with her public speaking debut, of sorts, she clammed up, looking down at the babes. She blinked softly at Koi, who had drifted off beside her leg.

Maegi prayed for the quartet that they would always have each other. That they would stand beside each other, nine moons from now, for their own Mitexi. If losing a sibling was like losing a limb, she was left with only two--and one of them was bad. She hoped these siblings never experienced that level of pain, of loss.

Mephala, keep them together, she thought fervently, eyes seeing far beyond the sand beneath her paws. Keep them healthy, keep them safe. . .but if nothing else, keep them together.