Wheeling Gull Isle sapped of strength

I will be closing this up shortly!

Coelacanth rose to all fours, commanding the attention of her pack with a fierce “bark” — more gesture than vocalization. A glance was exchanged with Stockholm, and Seelie threw back her head and sang. At once, the Overseer and all four puppies joined in, their voices echoing and reverberating on the cavern walls. When they sang this way, they drowned out the wind — and Seelie drew strength from the rallying cry. Moorhen would come home, and all would be well. She knew it. She knew.