Blackwater Islands my cup overfloweth

His footsteps muffled by the sand, Chelan's presence remained undetected until he spoke, startling her. She unleashed a high-pitched yelp, but smiled as she looked over her shoulder to watch her brother's approach. "Good morning," she returned. "Yes, it's gorgeous." She pivoted her whole body to face the agouti-furred male, her postsure shifting to one of dominance. A surge of arrogant pride came over her, as it always did when she found herself interacting with the opposite sex. True, Chelan was her brother, yet he was still a consort, and it pleased her to express the inherent authority which she held over him.

"Settling in okay?" Her stomach gave an almighty roar, one that could have awakened the dead, whilst her tail swished behind her and a sheepish grin appeared on her velvet lips.