Wheeling Gull Isle have you come here to play jesus

Reigi did not know why she loved the island wolves so much.  Rarely had she felt so posessive over the members of Bearclaw.  But as she met each of them, they filled a room in her heart -- Coelacanth and her Snowbear, Moorhen, Driftwood, Komodo.  She rested her head gently next to the atramentous sheepdog's, breathing in her berry and saltscent.

She did not have the words to share how much she had built up Coelacanth's image in her mind's eye and for the first time since she arrived on the shimmering sands of Undersea's domain she truly lamented for it.  The winter raven was only able to form images in her head and to her the tiny Gronendael was poetry in motion.  She wanted to tell the sheepdog how much she loved her, how the way she moved reminded her of the wheeling gulls of the island's namesake, how the way she whispered when she spoke reminded her of the rustling of the leaves.  How the twinkling in her infinitely expressive eyes reminded her of, S-Starshine.

Heat crept into her cheeks and her eyes flit across the open waters. Starshine paled in comparison when the woman had such eloquent titles and names -- Aralez, Coelacanth  -- but she had raked the bottom of her heart to find it.

"Stay?"  Coelacanth's 'Io raised her head and cocked it to the side, her ears splayed in confusion.  She nosed the slope of the inkdog's fine cheekbone and closed her eyes.  For — for all time.  Always.