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Akantha was lounging in a dense bed of moss beneath one of the great fir trees when movement, and the tell-tale shuffle of footsteps over the detritus alerted her to the presence of another. She lifted her shaggy head and pricked her ears towards the sound while her nose followed the sweet scent of saltwater and feminine musk that could only belong to a Sister. Hemithea passed somewhere behind her, unbeknownst to either party, before Akantha could muster the energy to rise and shake the exhaustive fog from her mind. She picked up her feet and tracked the girl at a casual clip only to come across her slender, ethereal form, a few minutes later.

Though she hadn't forgotten exactly what led Hemithea to join her, the disheveled Matriarch found it in herself to forgive the girl for her attempt at impersonation. In fact, she was gladdened for her presence here despite her (increasingly apparent) reclusive tendencies—their caches were filling quickly, and her scent around the sites was telling of the work she was putting into them. She summoned a warm chuff that vibrated deep in her chest to greet the girl and spoke, "Doris' Blessing, Hemithea." She smiled, deciding to use the ancient greeting in lieu of the usual.