Blackwater Islands got a river for a soul

A gentle fog clung to the islands, tangled in the firs, as she walked unseen beneath the mossy boughs. The dark of her coat served a perfect camoflage for the Matriarch as she stalked through the Thistlewood in search of @Kalika. She didn't raise a howl to the sky for fear of disturbing the other residents, and because she wanted this to remain a private conversation. There were matters in the works Akantha wanted the young Initiate to take part in, and she desired her opinion before moving forward with a decision.

Her nose twitched as she caught the faintest hint of her on the wind and turned east to follow it. Signs she was near became more readily available—a few tufts of pale fur were scattered here or there, caught on saplings and ferns, dispersed from the host as she moved throughout the territory. Spring was well upon them now and everyone was beginning to blow their coats in preperation for warmer weather, Akantha included. Her thick fur was not as immaculate as before; she looked windswept and bedraggled, with random clumps revealing the sleek summer coat beneath.

Akantha emerged onto the gravel beach and cupped her ears as she stopped to look out at the water where the clouds met the sea a hundred yards off. Soon the morning would transition to afternoon, and the fog would burn away to reveal a partly cloudy sky, but for now she was content with the world as it was.