Wheeling Gull Isle we’ll get together, have a few laughs

Komodo had been through this once before with the island, and was quick to heed its warnings. There was a churning of the winds, and the appearance of a dead whale on the coast that made the earth’s intentions all too clear. It reminded him of all the wolves who were reborn upon the island with him, and all of those who had not made it in their journey alongside him.

Coelacanth was distracted, but put it nicely, and his raven had also taken flight — to put it extremely nicely. He was withdrawn and most unwilling to uphold the most basic of duties; but the angakkuq recognized his ego speaking. Undersea was partly his, and would always be partly his, until he day he died. He must continue to lead, no matter the hurdles the gods continued to trial him with.

He turned inland to provide the seawolves with whatever support he could. As with the first storm to ravage their coast, the vicissitudes of nature would serve to bring them closer, not separate them.