Wheeling Gull Isle goodbye blue sky

Maegi’s summons was answered immediately, and with a degree of joy that belied Coelacanth’s ignorance about what was about to happen. She assumed that the Melonii girl had decided at last to visit her little brothers and sisters, the ice broken by her Mitexi. “Maegi,” she breathed, approaching the young wolf without hesitation to nuzzle lovingly against her unmarred cheek. Her tail whisked behind her, stirring motes of leaflitter and tendrils of moss into a miniature whirlwind.

After a beat, Seelie’s exuberant greeting morphed into something else: she sniffed at the corners of the girl’s mouth, at the bulb of her ear, at the crest of her shoulder, and a soft whine danced upon her lips. “How are you today?” the cursory sniff-fest inquired. The Aralez’s anxiety was always quick to jump to the forefront, but it didn’t seem like there was anything overtly wrong with the Daggertooth.