Blackbeak Bluff you got yourself in a dangerous zone

Poor Whip. ;-;

Thankfully, he didn't pry further into her knowledge of such dark and horrific things, so she let the matter fall. Akantha nodded, and released what little tension she could from her neck and shoulders with a quick shake of her pelt. There was no real telling how or why he'd learned of such a thing, but she imagined Gabe had something to do with it. The Matriarch recalled her conversation with the pale boy a week or so ago when she'd revealed the nature of the rift between women and men. It didn't settle right that she was the source of the sudden interest in the Foul Betrayer, but it was impossible to take it back now.

As she finished her internal dialogue, she glanced towards Whip and offered a gentle sound of encouragement. She hadn't meant to react so negatively, especially after opening the floor up for any and all questions, but it also couldn't be helped. It simply was. "I'd like to bring something back to the coast. Something small. Food, or an offering. Care to help me look?" Akantha asked, a smile touching her lips.