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Like her sisters, Hemithea was adapted to the life of a coastal wolf. She carried the blood of many generations in her veins; her coat was thin and easily tamed by water, but equally easy to dry. Her body was athletic and strong from years of swimming, climbing upon cliffside paths, and battling currents. It would not take long before the sun warmed her, and the seaside breeze sucked away the dampness in her coat.

Knowing this, she was not about to shake off the excess water or try and busy herself with activity. Although it would also warm her, Hemithea knew not to waste her energy after such an arduous journey. She was content with the sensation of sore muscles — it was her body telling her she'd worked hard. 

Thus when a stranger emerged from the girl's periphery (like  a mirage, and so much like herself!) Hemithea was more addled by the similarities between the two of them than anything else. Her words slipped in one ear and out the other in equal measure; there was no hint of an accent upon the stranger's voice, and she seemed far too invested in the state of Hemithea considering she was so foreign.

Hemithea, on the other hand, narrowed her blue-slate eyes with suspicion, and retorted in the mother tongue: Είναι μόνο νερό. With that she turned to stare out at the sea, although her ears were twisted to listen for movement or a response from her doppleganger - just in case this was a test from the Mother, a trick by the Drowned God, or simply a danger she could easily avoid.