Ankyra Sound this shit is b-a-n-a-n-a-s

I can't resist.

Though her siblings seemed to be settling in quite easily, Tokitae was the exception. She felt alienated, moreso now than before when they lived in Themiscrya. Back home she was well-educated on the daily activites of the pack. Here, she could not make heads nor tails of who was coming, who was going, and what was expected of her. Of course that was a direct result of her typically reclusive tendencies. She hadn't yet sought out the Matriarch for further information out of fear that she might suffer a faux pas and forever leave a tarnished impression in the leader's mind. 

So today she took it upon herself to leave Soteria for the mainland in the hopes of finding some sort of gift to appease both the Mothers and their Speaker. The rugged witch wandered down shore, here and there, with her nose to the ground in search of trinkets, baubles, and shells of impressive distinction. The murky green of her eyes flitted to and fro, darting from one spec of color to the next, but feeling no telling pull towards anything in particular.

A musky scent cut through the brine of the sea and she popped her head up, her nose swinging around to follow it, until her eyes settled on a figure relieving himself on a piece of driftwood. Tokitae frowned and her hackles bristled with uncertainty as she hovered there in plain sight, knowing she could not flee from this encounter without being noticed.