Blackwater Islands sleeping with the moon and the stars

Akantha bit back a snarl of rage when Kalika attempted to calm her, though her head whipped around and her eyes settled directly on the fathomless depths of her advisor's own. She flung her ears forward and bristled the small stretch of her hackles not submerged in the sea. But, still, she resisted the urge to lay into the younger woman, and allowed her words to settle in her mind. It wasn't often Akantha entertained her subordinates, especially those years younger than she, but Kalika's thoughts held merit. 

Finally, she exhaled loudly and sucked in another breath while a forboding growl rumbled idly in her chest. "Salish and you." she snapped. "But we've not had the time for me to train, and I have yet to test Salish's skills." Akantha didn't feel the need to explain that her trust in them was fleeting at best, even Kalika who'd proven, time and time again, that her loyalty was unshakable. But, once again, her mind supplied her with the unanswered question of Gabe's own expectations, and her lips trembled. She was aware that she was beginning to sound like a petulant child, and that only served to infuriate her more. 

The Matriarch rose abruptly, sending seawater spraying, and stepped over Kalika, drenching her in the process. "Come." She grunted.