Blackwater Islands when the whole world running scared

Akantha tore another strip of meat off and chewed thoughtfully as Kalika spoke. She gnawed on the tough, fatty chunk, savoring the taste of iron on her tongue. They would have to be careful not to overhunt the seals so they continued to risk the shores for their pups. But they could, under her command. She smiled at Kalika as she spoke of the waves and the scent of the air. They all belonged here—they no more fit in among the wolves of the inner territories than a elk belonged in a desert.

She gathered up the pup as she rose to her feet again and padded over to where the pale woman stood. Akantha deposited the kill at Kalika's feet, and sunk down to her belly again, paws extended out and hindquarters curled on either side of her hip. She nodded to the young Siren, motioning for her to take her fill of the seal pup. "Good." She stated. "I intend to claim these islands for us. Do you agree?" She asked, eyes intense with curiousity.