Gilded Bay Kids these days

The russet female lashed out verbally and clicked her teeth to ward Akantha away, but the Siren was having none of it. She pinned her ears and looked out across the shores for signs of any others but, blessedly, no one else was in need. Not that she had a quota to fill or anything, but a good deed went a long way when She was involved, and this was more than enough to satiate any philanthropic duty required of Her. 

In short: Akantha was not at all emotionally invested in this.

She turned and spotted a tidepool a bit further down the beach. It was there she chanced upon a decently sized morsel of food. The discarded half of a salmon. Likely the victim of one of the local sea lions. The flesh was a bit pale from time spent in the sea, but it did not smell or look inedible. At least to the someone in as poor of a condition as the stranger.

Akantha picked it up gingerly and trotted back to the woman. She deposited the half-eaten, wave-buffeted, sand-coated meal in front of Chip's nose and stared expectantly.