Wheeling Gull Isle angry smol

While Stockholm’s domestic ancestors never tended to flocks in the same way that Coelacanth’s did, the baseline instinct is similar enough to nearly be the same. He comes from a long line of guardians, protectors. That is his job, not just by choice or upbringing or fate, but something dictated by genetic instinct.

He understands the sense of loss and failure that haunts the inky sheepdog without ever needing to be told it.

Her trail is easy to follow, and after a short time he finds her at the lagoon. For a moment he lingers on the rocky shoreline as if thinking on what to say or what to do before wading into the water after her. At this depth he is far from submerged the way the his Aralez is, and there is something a bit comical about that. Comical, in fact, is what he is aiming for. He cannot bring Maegi back for Seelie, he cannot change the instinct and emotion that is woven into her being, but he can provide a distraction.

“Seelie,” he begins, solemn and serious, as if about to embark on an emotional discussion about what has occurred. Simultaneously he takes a step forward, perhaps as if intending to move in front of her, and as he does he purposefully ‘missteps’ and trips forward, going underwater headfirst with a splash and coming up sputtering and shaking his head, creating all the more of a spray of water.