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@Coelacanth has time! Backdated a bit to before the move and after the thread with Arturo.
Hemlock moved from Teaghlaigh with the intent of keeping her scent from theirs. She would move independently, for the time being, but hover nearby - she could not stray too far. She went towards the bay with the intent of washing herself, allowing the scent of the salty brine to mask anything else. It would be good, too, for the still healing scars that crossed her pelt in angry lashes. They would be moving. Her heart stopped every time she thought the words, every time she considered them. She swallowed the lump in her throat and pressed on, eyes fixated on the task at hand of cleansing herself before she decided on her next course of action.
She could try and find out more about the wolves of the Blackfeather Woods; although she wasn't too keen to kick the hornets nest, so to say. She could start to gather what herbs she could find that might not be so bountiful further inland. That would be no easy task either, it was barely spring, the world was still waking from it's great slumber. She would not be deterred though, from finding herself a useful task and setting to it. She had much to do to earn her place among the Family again.
For a moment the woman watched the waves as they rose and crashed on the shore, angry and vengeful. These were the isles of the fallen gods, those who longed for a greatness that could not be contained. Those sharks and krakens, the leviathans of the deep, they were gone. Fallen, like the druids of the forest, and everything had fallen to pieces in her absence. Perhaps the good that Palisander was had kept the horrors of the world at bay. Now it was an upcoming war, a violent promise of the horrors to come, it would be fleeing in the night to gain the freedom to raise the next generation of the Family in relative safety.
Hemlock had begun towards the sea both to claim her coat in salt and brine and equal parts to drag some seaweed back to Teaghlaigh. Perhaps she could stuff her cougar skull like some crude cache and bring it along - just in case - a sound caught her attention and she froze, body tensing as another figure approached. Clearly, this creature was far more at home in the sand than she was, each step seeming to cause her some difficulty. Hemlock watched her for a moment before recognition flashed between them; however she couldn't remember who she was or where they'd met before. No doubt some random notions in her travels, or a memory lost to the concussion from the Dragon wolf.
Still, Hemlock offered a nod, her body relaxing a bit as she looked to the dark female and her svelte self. "Hello," She offered, though Hemlock was uncertain of what she was doing; everything seemed so...so undone to her now. The entire world had changed, and she was struggling to adapt to the notion of those changes.
The sounds provided were enough that Hemlock could at least get an idea of what the woman was meaning; words were not the only language in the world after all. Hemlock gave a little nod towards the ocean, about to explain that she was going to dredge up some seaweed when another voice approached her. Perhaps she'd been too focused on the dark female, enough that she did not directly realize the approach of the stranger. She turned, hackles up in shock, and her ears flicked back.
There was disdain in her when it came to most strangers - males especially - and so she tensed. Yet the inky canine seemed familiar with him enough that he addressed her with familiarity. She turned back to look at the other female expectantly; was this a companion? A lover? She could not remember such a thing when they'd met before, but that was so many months ago. "Good morning." It was provided a bit more curtly as she began to approach the ocean. The water rushed up as if to meet her, and while Hemlock had never felt at home on the shores at least it was not angry and lashing at her - she could handle this.
A moment later she was up to the middle of her legs in the brine, the cold water making her shiver. If he came at her, she'd be just as uneasy as he no doubt. "Are you staying near here?" She asked, looking over at Coelacanth - wondering if she did have a specific home or if she wandered where the world cared to take her.
Excuse Islock! I've actually wanted a thread with her and Komodo :3