The Sentinels the salty seas behind the eyes

Unfortunately for Indie, Akantha was naturally suspicious of everyone and everything. She couldn't know that Indie thought of their interactions and how she felt about the fellow dark woman and, really, she likely wouldn't care even if she did. But it'd kept her alive for this long, and she planned on living much longer yet. Still, her body language was welcoming as the newest recruit bobbed her head and readied herself to follow along. Akantha was still feeling the sting of loss, but she was slowly pushing it aside in favor of learning more about Indie. If she were to lead in Meteora's stead, she needed to be much more in-tune with the beat of each Sister's heart. 

Akantha swept along and away from Astraios' corpse with a few pointed steps, pausing only to wait on Indie as the other paid her last respects to the poor Consort and turned to face Akantha with a readiness in her expression and a question on her lips. Akantha expelled a breath through her nose, and began to march further into the woods with a welcome wave of her tail. One ear remained transfixed on Indie, and she kept her pace measured so that they might walk side-by-side as they talked. "Chiefly: what happened here, and if there was anything worth protecting in these woods." She replied.

As the pair walked deeper into the woods, the burnt boughs began to close in around them, but Akantha was unafraid. The charred smell of wood and earth was pungent and overwhelming to her sensitive nose, but there was a curiousity she could not quell. A part of her wanted to discover another corpse; not one of their own, no, but an unfortunate inhabitant caught in the inferno. A wolf skull would be a fitting gift for the ritual site, if not slightly gruesome. 

But Akantha was not just interested in that. In fact, she was more interested in probing the depths of Indie's history and personality. Her eyes flickered sideways, "What keeps you among us?"