Sea Lion Shores some farcical aquatic ceremony

They began their journey slowly, Rhona close enough to help him, should he stumble, but far enough to give him some feeling of independence. An ear was cocked in his direction as he spoke, her green eyes looking ahead to make sure the way was smooth and obstacle free for Pendragon. She giggled slightly as he spoke about her wandering by herself. She wasn't laughing at him, but thought of not wandering where she wanted, when she wanted, by herself. He must come from a very different place indeed.
 
"I was born in the valley of Hartmere." She began, her brow furrowed as she attempted to work out which direction it might be towards. She had wandered over such a distance, she wasn't quite sure anymore. "It was so named because of a perfectly round pool of uncertain depths in the center of the valley that the red deer consider sacred." She paused, swallowing. The sooner they got to that river, the better. Her tongue felt like it was surrounded by rabbit fur.
 
"I grew up happy among my brothers and sisters and other family members, but one day, a loner came to the borders of the pack. The alphas allowed her to join and from then on, she was trouble." Rhona felt anger rising inside of her. "She was manipulative and a liar. She would do things and blame them on me, whether it be hurting a pup or stealing prey from the cache. Long story short, I grew tired of it, so I left. My brother believed me, but no one else did. That was how great her influence over my pack became." She paused, lost in the memories of anger and betrayal. Then her mind cleared and she looked at the male beside her. "And as for me wandering by myself, my pack has no such qualms about letting us females wander free." She said laughingly.