Wheeling Gull Isle maybe it’s not the moon at all

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He hadn’t gone far, after their meeting with Driftwood, but the earthstalker did return home to his caverns — it was only a short jaunt away. Here, there was great evidence of his dwelling: tucked up inside the mouth, a stash of curios and collections; farther back, the bed where he slept, made of fragrant spring leaves; a bone here and a bone there, either from a meal or a ceremony. It was here that Komodo spent most of his time, murmuring to spirits and seeking their guidance. It had become sacred.

He had immediately set upon a particularly large bone; something from the caches. The brute grasped it between his forelimbs and ground away at it with his molars, trying to relieve some of the tension that lingered after their communion with the newcomer — but it was not frustration with their newest pack member that continued to plague him. It was that damned little dog, with her tufted ears and twinkle in her eyes, and how she taunted him with her very existence. It was difficult to quell the restlessness, even after the girl had left, taking her lovely sweet scent with her. The mottled medicine man felt utterly besotted —  he did not like the circumstances. 

The bone splintered beneath the pressure of his jaws and he flung it away from him, exhaling sharply. Then, he looked up to see Coelacanth, a chiaroscuro figure painted against the light of the cavern’s awning mouth. He shifted his weight, coming high onto his elbows like a lion. Without wasting time, Komodo spoke to her honestly. “It’s hard t’see you with ‘im,” he spoke of Stockholm in a voice twinged with an effortless sadness, spoken as if he had dripping honeycomb in place of vocal chords. What had he expected — did Komodo really think it would be him? Him to lead the pack and bed the queen and stay in one place, happily, forever and ever? Probably not — definitely not — and he wanted his friends to be happy, for he truly loved them — but did they have to be happy together? 

Knowing he could not get what he wanted [for once], the medicine man gave the sheepdog a discontented look and picked up another bone.