Wheeling Gull Isle friction!

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Inland, rainstorms were no big deal. When you had the auspicious, awning branches of the hardwoods shielding you from the elements, it was almost as if nothing could touch you, not rain nor sleet nor snow. Even in the open plains, the crankiest of days were, well… relatively mild. Nowhere else had Komodo seen storms of the caliber that he saw on the coast — more specifically, upon Wheeling Gull Isle. 

It was because the gods spoke, here. They had many things to say, here. The gods said it all here, like they said it nowhere else.

The Angakkuq knew it probably had something to do with the warm air currents steadily pulsing from the south, driving tempestuous clouds along the coast, skirting and bouncing against the mainland’s spine of mountains and towering ridges. He knew it probably also had something to do with the cold waters that trickled down from the northern sea, creating a clash of temperatures that took on titanic proportions, with thunder that rolled for many miles and lightning that cracked to illuminated a ghostly infinity. However, more than all of this, Komodo knew was at fault for that night’s chaotic thunderstorm. The Vedmak had wrought this squalor upon his seawolves because the gods wished to punish him and chastise him, as would parents to an unruly child. The mottle brute had slighted an innocent, Coelacanth, and his divinities wished for him to understand how much they were truly displeased.

The roan man stood at the mouth of the labyrinth, shielded from the worst of the gales. It was a noisy rain, with fat raindrops that hit heavily against the saturated earth. It fell fast; fell sideways, and made a fine mist that wetted his thick pelage. Perhaps all the other wolves of Undersea were asleep, blind and deaf to the uproar going on right outside their den’s door — @Reigi with cubs at her belly, and Seelie with cubs surely growing in her own — and Komodo wished them a good rest. He alone must stand penance for his wrongdoings. So, turning his thickset maw to point down to the earth in order to brace his delicate eyes and nose, Komodo pushed out and into the aphotic downpour.  

He wanted to feel the rain.