Shimmering Sands it's the siren's song; she sings for us, sister

The pale girl seemed to draw herself up quickly, defensively, when Indie greeted her. Her voiced did not evince the pain it held just moments before, to Indie's amusement. She seemed fine and delicate whereas the dark vaudevillian was statuesque and voluptuous.  Surely the two shewolves, opposites to their core, made for quite a sight. Indie huffed and shook her head, corners of her mouth pulled into a wry smile. She couldn’t help it. “The wolves ‘round here don’t often look to the sea without a good reason.” Indie’s golden gaze flicked out to the ocean, but quickly focused back on the young woman in front of her. She wondered if this sea god would ever capture her like it captured so many of the sirens around her; but how could she be preoccupied with godliness when there were so many more earthly, interesting things to distract her?

Perhaps the girl didn’t want to talk about it yet [for she had sounded upset before her miraculous recovery], so Indie segued.

“Who are you?” She questioned the girl with a cant of her head, her buxom feathered ears tilting to one side. Indie’s thick voice smoked out of her mouth, asking a question that served two purposes. The first was to affirm the girl’s identify as Kalika, the young vix from the ice storm. The second was to matriculate, to gently wrap her mind around the woman, to learn what drove her and what she feared and felt. The dark chanteuse veiled herself in a mirage of interest and flattery to obscure the intent that lie underneath. Wolves likes to talk about themselves, so she would continue to ask them about themselves; for when they talked about themselves, they were distracted. 

and Indie was never distracted.