Wheeling Gull Isle you're so sweet, but i like it rough

When the cresting wave of guppies fizzled away, only Koi remained. She had been one of the first wolves to greet Blossom and welcome him to Undersea, and though their time together had been understandably brief — Thresher’s disappearance and the vicious winter storm had tested the pack’s resilience considerably — she had always thought of him with the boundless, innocent fondness of the very young. She’d missed him — and he had not been swallowed up by the waves or spirited away by some nameless force. He had chosen to go. Tufted ears tipped back upon her skull as she shrunk back behind her father and observed the goings-on, cerulean eyes fluttering toward the ruddy male in small, timorous, indirect glances.