Wheeling Gull Isle we’ll get together, have a few laughs
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The wind and the rain are starting to pick up!

Perhaps the whales were a warning.

The blue spruce had no way of knowing about the beached whales in Gilded Bay and Cerulean Cape, but the Athelas weeping at her skirts certainly did. The ancient ones, called kohola, were revered by the Cortens, perhaps even more fervently than their beloved sea lions. Kirynnae had traded stories with dogs from far off places with lilting names — Aotearoa and Tahiti and Hawaii, to name a few — and many of her favorite (and therefore most frequently recounted) tales involved the great shapeshifter Kanaloa, a primordial god of the ocean. Whaleshape was the largest and most majestic guise he wore.

Seelie had never seen a beached whale before — she had only ever seen the gentle giants of the sea from far, far away. To be so zoomed in and see the rents in the hide and the dull, dead eyes was a haunting, terrifying thing, and for the first time she admitted to herself that maybe Thresher had gone the way of Doe and Poppy.

Maybe her little treasure wasn’t coming back.

The prospect was crushing. Immobilizing.

“Oh,” groaned the Mother, her voice echoed by the Old Ones. They creaked arthritically with a sudden fierce gust of rain-misted wind: “…ohhh nnnooo…” The air tasted curious — a brackish mix of salt and sweet, with an electric quality that fizzled like POP ROCKS — and at last, the little dog discovered what the trees already knew. The storm wasn’t just coming — it was at their doorstep! —

(and Thresher still hadn’t been found.)

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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 He was withdrawn and most unwilling to uphold the most basic of duties; but the angakkuq recognized his ego speaking.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. 
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