Blackwater Islands breathe it in

Since we have our other thread, do you want to fade this out?

Despite having only just met the Sea's daughter, Whip could tell that she had a gentle, nurturing heart. She did not grow annoyed with his questions as the other sisters did. Instead, she met his curiosity with care and kindness. He liked her -- and there were few wolves that Whip truly liked. This warranted a name. He smiled. "I'm, uh -- I'm Whip," the boy stammered. "I don't think I got yours." He had not, as he had been too busy staring in the beginning to ask.

"You don't mind if I hang out with you for a while? Right?" He figured he could just loaf around the shallows until she finished whatever she was doing. "I can help you back whenever you're done."