Wheeling Gull Isle angry smol

Dragging Coelacanth underwater with him via his sudden and dramatic collapse is essentially a second tallymark on the mental Stock vs Seelie Water Fight scoreboard; but he does not get to savor his victory for long – he is just starting to get his head above the water when she jabs his haunch with her nose, and he instinctively sucks in a breath which ends up being partially air and just a little bit water.

This time his sputtering and sneezing is a real reaction and he shakes his head rapidly, sending droplets of water flying from his fur. “Sharks,” he coughs when Seelie emerges from the water. Whether or not his mate is familiar with what exactly a shark is, the Gampr has no clue, he’s simply assuming she does. “Sharks in the water.” He raises a forepaw and slaps at the surface of the water as he poorly feigns an attempt to struggle back to shore, fighting very hard to keep a grin from his muzzle. “Save yourself. Too late for me.”