Totoka River the deft bowman

Going to continue with this if you wanted!

Akantha was pleased when the male took one look at her threat display and sprinted away down the beach. She kept her eyes on the dark speck until a feminine voice cut through the air, speaking in the common tongue, but directed solely at her. Her muzzle swung around and her gaze settled on the peculiar pale and gray face of the stranger. Akantha cupped her ears and lifted her head, "Greetings." she offered slowly, ennuciating the words carefully. 

The other woman was of a similar age—her hawkish stare was rivaled only by Akantha's own piercing hazel, and her snow-dusted coat was of particular interest to the Siren. How one could come across such a rare beauty was anyone's guess, but she imagined selective breeding might have something to do with it. "Was he one of yours?" she asked, motioning with a roll of her shoulder to the male who'd vanished somewhere down the beach.