Wheeling Gull Isle come out to the coast

It is with a great deal of relief that the Overseer watches Coelacanth heed his call and return to the rest of her flock nestled underneath the great spruce – he didn’t relish the idea of having to march back out there in the wind and drag her over here by the scruff. Probably would embarrass the heck out of the kids, too.

He touches his nose to her shoulder as she returns to the shelter of the overhanging branches and lets her pass by to do her rounds and count her seawolves while he remains at his post towards the edge of the tree’s canopy. There are, after all, several members of the pack who are not present; and while he hopes it is because they have taken shelter somewhere else on the island he still feels compelled to stand watch in case of them should appear in the distance struggling against the winds and needing assistance.