Wheeling Gull Isle Where you go I go

“Coelacanth,” the Gampr elaborates, even though Steelhead seems to have made the connection. “My mate, and the one who really calls the shots around here.” He flashes a good-natured grin to emphasize the humor intended in the statement and tips his muzzle in the direction of the Labyrinth. “We’re denned up over that way with the pups for now, though we’ll be moving them to a rendezvous site soon. You’re welcome to stop by and meet the little ankle biters sometime.”

He listens to Steelhead speak of his abilities and nods in acknowledgment. “Sounds like you guys will fit right in. Always good to have more wolves around that are able to navigate the water. I can give you the grand tour if you want, but you’re probably itching to go meet up with your brother again, yeah?”