Ankyra Sound it's such a bad town for such a pretty face

Akantha dropped her leg at the sound of snow underfoot whipped around with tears pressed forward and teeth bared. But as quickly as she'd thrown up defenses, she dropped them; her hackles settled, and her teeth slipped behind her inky lips at the sight of the familiar face, though her tail still arched dominantly over the dark of her spine. It was Florence! Blessed Mother, she was glad for her presence, though curious as to the reason behind her appearance. Florence, though not borne of the Nereides, was an example of how useful outsiders could prove to be with enough time and patience from both parties. She was a kind soul though the earthy Siren knew little of her. 

Her nose flared again to draw in the scent of salt and sea before she strode forth to press a gentle kiss to the pale she-wolf's ear. She invited the other to walk with her, and together they patrolled the old pines that Akantha once called home.