Wheeling Gull Isle sprucing up the place

Coelacanth's wisdom did not teach her anything she did not already know. Still, she borrowed strength and surety from the Aralez, and felt a bit more whole after doing so. She thought a moment longer on sires and dams, but ultimately, this was a thing that would be or would not be.

"Thank you," she said to the other shewolf, her prickliness fading as she washed Coelacanth's face in a rare show of gentle affection. She'd been far more effusive in her youth, but her excitement and ardor had faded as she mellowed and aged. Still, she loved the woman deeply, and it was clear to see in her eyes as she gazed upon Coelacanth. "Make shark," she repeated, her voice teasing. And then, in a voice of indulgent exasperation, "Coelacanth." As in, Oh, you.