Gilded Bay ravenous debris, in disguise

Perhaps the whispy soul that had accompanied her was hiding, observing her shadowy form from a distance; the legionary refused to believe that she simply ceased to exist upon the sands. With a quiet chuff, she forced her paws to carry her away from the crested blue and over towards the towering cliffs, her golden gaze alight with fear. Though it was an irrational horror, for warriors like her were strong enough to defend against such tricks of the mind, it was a nagging worry for her companion; her family.

Though her sister was not a true form, a mere illusion of sorts, the inky soldier could sense her presence amongst the unfurling fronds of the winds that swept along the shore. Now, however, her spirit seemed to be missing from the breeze, leaving her to walk the surf alone. "Sisko!" She cried, her voice shrill against th per gentle lap of waves. Anxiety pounded in her chest and she twisted  her figure round to face the sea once more, golden pools round. It was at that moment when she sighted the fin; a sleek knife-edge against the cool blue currents; the Sea Mother's shadow, hunter of the deep. Thoughts of her sister subsided as the trotted to stand in the shallows, her pelt ruffling in the dead wind as she watched the Hunter fluke and disappear beneath the surface. "Sea äiti on siunannut meitä; the Sea Mother has blessed us," she breathed, mesmerised as the search for her kin was dismissed for the time being.