Gilded Bay ravenous debris, in disguise

promptly butchers hulquminum and invents orca language. imagine it sounds very high-pitched and the vowels are more drawn out and whistle-like. i tried to indicate that with extra letters.

Her hearing was keen, as it must be to listen for the words of the wise ones in the siilence of the dark, or the call of those that hunt above the din of the waves. Yet she was quite a ways beneath the surface now, so the creature was oblivious to all that transpired upon the land — and likely would not have cared much for the wolf had she been watching, regardless.

The creature lingered in the dark and waited, idly watching the light as it shifted irregularly down through the many layers of the water, and waited for a foolish sky-thing to tire of its flight. When she thought she saw something, a trembling, a flicker between the light and the sea, she rose up with great speed and came erupting out of the ocean with the intent of swallowing a bird whole. The gull had landed, bobbed innocuously for a moment or two, but as soon as her dark silhouette arrived beneath it, the sky-thing lept for safety.

Granddaughter came crashing back to her beloved sea, and the gull shrieked, heading for the shore and the safety of the great rocks just beyond the lonely wolf. The sea sprayed, foamed, and writhed, and she loosed a scream that only her kind could fathom. It was then, as the creature began to circle back and away from the land, that she spied the wolf. Perhaps her efforts had been in vain this time — but a mere change in tactics could tilt things in her favor. For the glory of the Mother Sea, of course.

The creature drifted back in to the dark, but did not roam far from the coast this time — she did not know if this dark figure would understand her, as a great intelligence would not expect a rock to speak, but she whispered through the ebb and flow of the tide in her great but soothing voice, Skae-shoon kwisoon'em, tla'thuyu. There was little chance this wolf would know her tongue, for it was the language of the Mother Sea, or one of many; and while the people of the sea generally kept clear of land-dwellers, Granddaughter often tempted fate, for she served ch'eni just as eagerly as others did the mother.