Wheeling Gull Isle yippee-ki-yay

Don't fret, things've been iffy with me IRL anyhow too, and interfering with my writing more than I'd like as a result, pfft. It happens! *shrug*

Driftwood didn't really know what he might have said or done to help, but Seelie seemed to be cheering up again—something he was thankful to see regardless of why it might be happening. He gave her an only slightly-tremulous smile, hoping to bolster her own bravery with his own brave optimism...though he really wasn't sure if he could fool anyone on that score, on some level, much less the sensitive and perceptive Seelie of all people. He was taken aback a little more by her easy admission that no, she had no idea where they might be going— but he hardly hesitated before obediently continuing to trot along in her footsteps. He jerked in startlement and stopped hsort however when Seelie spun around unexpectedly and rained playful kisses on his face. He stared down at her for a moment, his paws stiffly akimbo, as she bounced down into a play-bow pose and then scooted back along the sand. Almost like a big hairy overgrown black crab, he thought, and stifled a small snort of laughter at the thought.

He wasn't at all unwilling to join in however, only surprised. His brain was having trouble quite keeping up with what seemed very sudden and unexpected mood swings here from his leader. Driftwood supposed that was just par for the course with female hormones in a wolf of any rank sometimes, however, right? He let out a little woof of his own and galumphed after Seelie, poking his long tan muzzle out mischievously toward her before scootching back and angling his paw to swipe a clumsily wide swatch of pirckly pine needles and dirt in her direction. He managed to prick his own paw with the evergreen's leavings in the process, which left him shaking the slight sting from his pawpads for a second, after he danced several broad steps backward to make himself a slightly-less-easy target for Seelie to retaliate against. Not that he didn't intend to let her win...eventually...but he didn't want to just roll over and hand that win to her. Nosiree.