Wheeling Gull Isle not unlike the waves

Stockholm is delighted at how quickly Thresher regains her confidence with a little reassurance, and he settles more comfortably as she sprawls across his forelegs, a warm laugh rumbling in his chest as he dips his head down at her request and nuzzles into the soft plush of her puppy coat. “Always safe here,” he adds, even though she is no longer upset. “And your brothers will always protect you.” He is sure of this, as sure as he is of the fact the sun will rise and set again tomorrow and each day after that.

And he is quite content to stay there and snuggle with her while Seelie goes off to collect some more sturdy toys for the rest of their children to destroy, though he does glance up and watch in amusement at her outburst of energy as she joins them.