Cerulean Cape Zeus had the thunderbolts

Calm to the end, Wraith held little concern for herself when she approached her mimic. She was assured in her choice to begin communicating with others who inhabited this land, the strange tug of companionship was as strange to her as this foreign land. 

Her copper eyes were fixed on the girl, a slight widening showing the mild surprise as her comment was met with a strange language. As the white girl turned to look over the ocean, Wraith found her ears going back against her skull. She thought for a moment if this language was one she may have heard. Words, unfamiliar and strange were lost on her. "Indeed."  She offered. Following her gaze, she set her sights across the seemingly endless water. 

Once again a small gust of wind swept past the girl, faint whispers heard in gentle breeze once more. The white beast shook her head slightly before speaking. "I suppose that noise was a request for me to leave, or some nonsense." Turning her head back toward the alabaster wolf, she waited for further response. Be it gibberish or not.