Blackwater Islands Oh Comely

Sounds good!

Whip smiled a rare smile. It was clear to Whip that the Matriarch saw promise in him, though she tried to hide it well. She was fond of him -- but in the same way, Whip was fond of her too. In some ways, Whip felt like Akantha was a replacement for his own late mother. A much needed stand-in. Sometimes, though it was rare, she was even more nurturing than the wolf who gave birth to him.

She rose, setting a course down the beachhead. Whip silently accepted the Matriarchs invitation and he followed behind silently. Though he did not let on, Whip daydreamed in a childlike manner as they went, mulling over a single word until he could practically taste it on his tongue. Epivitoras.