Cerulean Cape take me to your waters, lay me on your shore

Indie nodded her head distinctively. It was clear that the strange shewolf craved her departure, and Indie would no longer keep her from it. After all, that was not how one made friends — and this Thuringwethil seemed like someone she wanted on her side. “Very well,” Indie agreed in a succinct matter, with every intention of making her way up North to pay homage to this stranger’s lands. The buxom woman backpedaled several steps, leaving Thuringwethil’s path forward open and sharing with her a wide berth. 

“I hope you find your fiery woman, Thuringwethil” Indie intoned cheerfully, quite suddenly showing no signs of her prior sadness. With another, single nod Indie concluded with a dulcet “I’m Indie” before bounding off down the beach, unceremoniously ending their meeting with a most overdue introduction.