Ankyra Sound A lost little trinket

SWOOPS THE HECKIE IN

Akantha was heavily immersed in meditaiton when a frightened ki-yee startled her out of her conversation with the Mothers. She returned to her mortal form while her mind refocused on her surroundings. The Matriarch lay in the shallows as the waves rolled gently into the shore, colliding with her chest, and causing her fur to float around her like an etherial halo. She inhaled; the Moon smiled, and the Sea urged her to rise with a gentle hand. Exhale. She gathered her paws under her and stood while the water cascaded down from her fur in rivulets. 

A fitful cacaophony of whimpers drew her attention and she swung her great head around towards the distant sound. She lifted her nose and observed the moonlit beach, seeing nothing and no one of any consequence. But the sound continued, and became louder as she took off down the shoreline in pursuit of the cries. It did not take her long to come across the seated form of a young, pale, pup. 

Her hackles bristled instinctively, more out of suspicion than anger, and her gaze darted around the immediate area to scan for any signs of an ambush. There was nothing. No one around, and only the salt of the air and the eye of the Mothers upon them. A wave crashed loudly into the shore and Akantha took it for what it was—Kalika appeared on the opposite side of the shore, from where the bridge met the shore, and the Matriarch hurried to join them.

She hummed a soft note to the girl, and offered Kalika a glance to ascertain exactly what the ambassador-to-be thought of the situation.