Blackwater Islands turn around and take my hand

Salish found some blue flowers to add to her bouquet and carefully pulled them up from their roots, adding them to the bundle already held in her jaws. With these, her collection was finished, a lovely bunch of early  spring flowers consisting of several different colors. She placed them gently between her front paws and turned her snout upward, calling for the moonwashed @Kalika. She a plan for the beautiful maiden, a plan to erase whatever remained of the bad blood between them. It was a shame that they had met on bad terms. Salish thought of her often, her blue eyes; long, dark lashes, and pale, snowy fur. 

Her song faded into nothingness. The golden she-wolf sat down in the sand to wait, senses alert to any sign of Kalika. She would wait as long as it took, even if that meant sitting there for hours.