Wheeling Gull Isle kiss me like that

The meeting went as smoothly as could be expected, and when Coelacanth sensed the newly returned seawolves might benefit from some alone time to rest, recuperate, and reacquaint themselves, she whuffed meaningfully to her children. Four pairs of eyes in varying shades of nacent blue pinned upon her face, and she pointed elegantly toward where Hemlock, Fern, and Mur waited. It was time for the guppies’ lessons; the sheepdog nosed lovingly at each quartet of feathered heels.