Totoka River the deft bowman

Akantha scoured the shores where the river met the Sea for things of value. Stones, shells, driftwood; any of which would be welcome gifts to the newest sisters but, chiefly, she was in search of a meal to satisfy the hunger that gnawed irritably at her belly. If it was anything she hated, it was hunger. The disjointed cadence of her thoughts could only be attributed to her skipping breakfast earlier in the day. It made it hard to think which was, admittedly, something the dark Siren struggled with occasionally under normal circumstance. Something she was loathed to admit. 

The ire that spat forth like bile in the distance caused a surge of surprise and anticipation race up her spine. Her hackles flared, and her ears spun forward to stand peaked at the apex of her skull. Ahead, hidden amongst the dark rocks sand, was a rangy male. A few gulls winged above him with wails of warning. She hadn't caught exactly what was said which Voodoo was likely all the better for. 

Still, despite her dislike for the Teekon strangers, he could be of use to them given he was of the right aptitude. Her nose flared and she approached slowly and with caution, tail strung out behind her and stance undeniably reserved.