Blackwater Islands inner sanctum

Akantha observed the waterfall with a fixation that bordered on eerie. She sat, still as a stone, with only her nose flaring with each breath drawn into her immense lungs. The fine spray of the falls alighted on the longer guard hairs of her pelt, but did not run down to dampen her skin and cause her discomfort. A song was echoing against the walls of the cavern, shouting up to the canopy, and out to the distant beach. One of her ears twitched towards the passage she'd entered through, but she paid the odd sound little heed—it did not register on a level deep enough for her to notice, for she could hear Her. 

A whisper like a lover's breath ghosted across her ears. She closed her eyes and lifted her muzzle to invite Her into her body, heart, and soul. Was this what Meteora felt, or Aktaie before her? Speaking to her, telling her, reassuring her that her path was correct. That she was doing right by them and by Her. Akantha's heart pounded as the Sea continued to envelop her, but she didn't dare move. But, suddenly, the sound faded out and she was left breathless until a masculine voice pierced the sudden silence.

Akantha was on her feet in an instant, a snarl boiling in her throat before her eyes even found the pale wolf. She stood tall, firm, upon the rock with all the fury of a storm brewing in her hazel eyes. But something calmed her; a caress to her shoulder, and a soothing croon from Her. She inhaled sharply—Kalika. Akantha kept her tail raised but her hackles flattened. She was still highly suspect of him, but the faint trace of her Sister upon his coat gave him a precious few moments of leeway. "Who are you?" she barked sharply.