Wheeling Gull Isle your own world

The wind was cold on her return, the return she'd sought far sooner than expected - it seemed her place was here, and here alone... though Faeryn did not regret her departure. It had served its purpose: clear her thoughts, show her what lay beyond and if she wanted it, and now she had come to realisation that the mainland was not her home.

Despite this, the Renoda felt twinges of guilt pierce her spine like acapuncture needles as she crossed the land bridge and emerged on the shores of Undersea - perhaps her time of leave had not been done at the most sensible of times, when winter wrapped cold fingers around the teekon in a bitter embrace. She would have time to apologize for her absence in later times, but first, she let a salmon tongue swipe across her lips before her muzzle tipped to the sky and from them came a call for @Stockholm, desiring to greet him with warmth and hope that his words had been true: she would always be allowed a place among the sea wolves.

Oh, how she'd missed her home, her family. She would do her best to make amends for anything that had occured while she was gone, and the blue nymph hoped she could make it up to those she loved.

Powerplaying Stockholm!

The call had been for Stockholm, but it was Coelacanth who went sprinting for the Strand. “Faeryn!” she cried, the breathlike whisper punctuated with an exuberant clip of her slim jaws. There was no accusation or condemnation in the former Aralez’s expression, just deep, unfettered joy and a significant amount of relief. Oh, at last, at last! If Titmouse and Faeryn had found their way back to Wheeling Gull Isle, surely there was hope to be had for little Thresher — and the pack’s resident wildling, `Io.

The Gampr was quick on his wife’s heels as he too ran to greet their dear friend, followed shortly thereafter by Hemlock and Droman. “Welcome home,” they chorused in staggered procession, beating Seelie to the punch. Despite her joy at seeing the blue wolfess again, the Groenendael couldn’t think of a single thing to say. She was so relieved to see Faeryn again that she couldn’t even ask whether this was just a visit or whether the Renoda woman intended to stay. She merely spun rings around her packsister, nibbling and licking at her cheeks. Stockholm, scarcely able to approach while his mate had the zoomies, offered a truly joyful grin despite the lines of stress on his face. “I think what she’s trying to say is, ‘Peace be,’” he quipped knowingly.

Sorry for delay <3

Witnessing the joy spread across Seelie's face had her heart thudder, churning with unspoken guilt - she knew what possibilites lay ahead of her, the wanderlust in her paws and the unreliability of her pledge. She would try her best, and the seawolf prayed that it was enough. She'd have to warn them later, that her mind might drive her away, but for now she was too consumed by the exhilerating greeting from the sheepdog, and the comfort of her presence along with the Gampr's.

"Peace be," she laughed tenderly, responding with a thudder of her tail against the sand, reaching forward to plant small nudges and licks in return to Seelie, should she allow them. It felt good to be home.