Blackwater Islands Oh Comely

wrapping this up since we have a new one. :3

Whip and Gabe both were slowly beginning to accept their place among them, and Akantha could not be more pleased. It was just one more weight lifted off her shoulders. Once she didn't need to worry about the men, then she could focus on her Sisters and their needs. Granted, she knew she needed to keep an eye on them both, being outsiders and men, but she trusted they would not forsake her kindness for negligence. 

When the boy caught on to what she was hinting at, Akantha could only smirk. She hauled herself up to stand solidly on all four paws with sand clinging to her damp fur, and no cares given towards it. "Wouldn't that be interesting, hm?" She remarked coyly. The Matriarch sighed as the chilly wind licked at her skin and turned her muzzle into it. "I am going to do a patrol and look for more gifts to leave in the caches for the Sisters. You may join if you wish." She said with a gentle wave of her tail. Despite her position as Matriarch, voice of the Sea and bearer of their culture, she liked Whip and found his company pleasurable. His innocence and naivety was infectious, and the maternal side of her wanted, desperately, to take him under her wing and teach him everything he'd missed.

But instead she simply turned away from him without another word and set off the shore line.