Gilded Bay saints and ghosts

She manages to catch a few struggling fish in the pools but they do little to satisfy her hungry. Fishing had never been much of a skillset for her and even the easy ones, like these, put up more fight than it’s worth. A huff ripples her lips and she steps out of the water, shaking out her coat and feeling the cold really set in. The wind from the sea does little to help and she moves, thinking it will be best to move inland, but the sight of another catches her attention. Her demeanor changes instantly, fur bristling around her form as she narrows her eyes to find the woman ahead familiar.
 
There is little she knows about the other, as her time with Meteora has not been long but her devotion still clear. She may not be a true wolf to the Nereides but that does not cause her to falter. She’d given up her life in Azgeda, some time ago, and hasn’t looked back since. Florence chuffs light, ears swinging forward as she smooths out her hackled fur and begins her approach.