Cerulean Cape A spoonful of tar

heda smiled and it played on the glistening glow of the reflected sea in his eyes. "yes. we were all strangers once. bartholomew brought us together and god kept us there." her voice held the reverence of a countryside churchyard growing wild with honeysuckle and night-rose beneath a great full seaside moon.
"all are welcome in sweetharbor, daniil," the young wolf assured him. her paws flexed in the sand, cold between her toes but warmer under the arch of her foot. "we're not official, i guess. just a group that stays together on an island."