Wheeling Gull Isle angry smol

sorry for the crummy phone post, will fix formatting later

She beats him to the shore, of course - she would have even if he hadn't been feigning his struggle. Stockholm considers it a blessing that their children haven taken after their mother more in terms of their familiarity and ease with the water. He has gotten better, a more adept and quicker swimmer now than ever before in his life. But he did not grow up with the sea, and that will always be his disadvantage.

He lumbers up out of the water as Coelacanth slaps her forepaws in the shallow water and a small smile ticks at the corners of his lips as he is, for whatever reason, reminded of their first meeting and the way the water danced around her paws under the bright moonlight while she caught fish. 

He refrains from shaking the water from his coat; instead he stands there, letting it run from his fur in small cascades as she moves closer, his eyes half closing as she caresses along his jawline. He turns his head, nosing behind her ear before draping his head over her neck and rumbling softly, "Mm, many more sharks."