Wheeling Gull Isle musou il mare

The past few weeks for Komodo had been rough ones. The man had always been reluctant to become attached to ideas, concepts that bound him to one place and one person — specifically the idea of love — but he had relented in the face of his silent raven; so tortured, so in need to his help. He had given up on one of his most fundamental of values, that had held fast for the many years that composed his life thus far. He had planned for the future, allowed his heart to open [as small and as creaky as that door could open], and this was how he was repaid? With the silent girl's disappearance, without a word?

But he knew his Raven. They had traveled for shy of half a year together; had loved and lost together, and knew this disappearance didn’t come as a total surprise. It was one of the risk factors one had to take into account when loving a wild woman — but would she return, eventually? — and if she did not, did it mean that her absence was unwilling, or that her love for him was no more? A small part of Komodo [nay, a major one!] wanted to leave the island again to search her out, as he had done with some many other awol seawolves before her… if, for anything, just to learn some answers. It was in his blood to range far and seek out the lost and broken, however, Coelacanth’s request of him changed all that. 

He was named Vedmak once more, which had been something he desired for a while. Hadn’t he craved staying put, with his raven, and being named to the council once more? Now, the news came a little bitter-sweet, but he was getting too old to be upset about, or question, the circumstances. He’d take what he’d get, for the wolves that he served. He also did not love how Coelacanth looked — broken, defeated — and wished to assuage her pain in some way. He trusted her perspective, and if this is what she needed from him, then this is what he would do. This was his duty, now. He didn’t get to get mad about these things.

He also did not get to comfort Seelie as he truly wished to. That was Stockholm’s job, it had been made totally clear. However, Komodo’s mate was not there to celebrate his promotion with him either — or mourn the circumstances surrounding it — and the angaqquk truly did not know how to feel. Instead, he dealt with the present reality of the situation, glancing around at all the wolves he now served in a larger capacity and nodded, accepting the extra weight upon his shoulders.