Blackwater Islands sunset on a warm summer's eve

Kalika could easily detect the unrest in Akantha's gaze and orient, though she chose to leave this unspoken. Instead, she lowered her neck and gave a kind grin to the Matriarch. Akantha, she cooed, how are you? As she drew nearer, she stood adjacent to her leader and examined her puzzling expression. Is everything alright? 

There was an affectionate kiss placed on Akantha's forehead, paired with a soft whine. She was unsure of how to act in the Matriarch's presence, but she planned on trying as best she could to keep her apprehension to herself.