Blackwater Islands inner sanctum

Akantha continued to stare at him with an intensity bordering on predatory, but her seated position suggested she was open to the conversation. Her hawkish gaze raked him over repeatedly, dancing from his eyes, his body, and back again. The Matriarch knew he could prove useful though she wished Kalika was nearby to discuss the matter further. She did not smile as he replied, confirming her suspicions. His accent was... odd, but understandable, and she found herself drawn to the strange cadence of his words. 

She nodded slowly, "Kalika is one of mine." She said, peering down her scarred nose at the pale wolf. "If it is a home you seek, the Sea will provide." Akantha continued, tearing her gaze away to look out through the canyon to where the Sea lay somewhere beyond. "If it is answers," she turned her attention back on him. "then you will have to give me something in return."