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

From what Blossom told him, Undersea sounded... nice. He's never been much of an sea-dweller, but he had to admit, something about the Coast here was relaxing despite the dangers that lurked just underneath the surface. Fynn kept close to his boyfriend, brushing close whenever he thought Blossom might need the support. Visiting them was a decision the archer decided to lay his trust in, if only in Blossom, and not necessarily in the island wolves. He kept his eyes forward across the sand bridge while one ear swerved back; lavender eyes glanced to Blossom as he summoned the courage to call for Undersea. Smile curved on his lips, leaning back into the fiery colored male and giving him a kiss on the forehead for good measure. They'll be fine, they got each other. Even if Undersea doesn't work, there are other fish in the sea, so to speak.