Wheeling Gull Isle four in the morning

All aboard the Vargas Island train. ♥ @Amoxtli and @Sirimiri, I would like if you could post in here just to have an IC conclusion. For your future information and for documentation purposes, Amoxtli and Sirimiri are YOUR characters. They will never be adopted back out. You can play them wherever you wish to, although I’d love to know if you play them elsewhere so I can stalk them. Feel free to bring them back anytime, or to never bring them back at all. Thanks for loving Coelacanth.

It had never been Brontide Corten’s intention to stay on his niece’s island — or any island, for that matter. He figured that’s why Cortens were such prolific swimmers — so no matter where they were, they could R U N N O F T whenever their paws got itchy. Nosing at his littermates, “What do you think, kids?” he asked. “Head home and tell mom and dad about all the young upstarts they raised?” His grin was fond as he looked out toward where Morningside was located, then at the approaching form of the little’uns. They moved like soul and shadow, Seelie’s smaller frame in lockstep with her twin. He read the protest in Coelacanth’s eyes and answered it plainly: “You wouldn’t want us to forget all the new songs and stories we learned, would you?” he asked rhetorically. “Someone’s gotta run home and tell your papa that you’re the alpha of your own island and Catori’s about to be a mom, right? Not to mention, you’re an old, married woman now,” he teased.

In jest, he turned to Amoxtli: “Whaddaya think, sprout?” he asked. “Feel like leading your ailing elders home and visiting with Chelan for awhile?” He chuckled at the other two “ailing elders” and received a nip to his hindquarters from Serein in response.