Blackwater Islands i'll be the guard dog of all your fever dreams

I'm so sorry that this took forever.

Salish hummed a merry song, her voice mingling softly with the whispers of the sea. The air possessed the fresh aroma unique to this time of year, when Spring first arrived. It was her favorite of all seasons, a time without the harsh weather and famine which often accompanied the snows, a time to begin anew. 

The cool, clean ocean breeze brought a familiar scent to her damp nostrils. With the prick of her warm-tawny ears, Salish trotted swiftly in the direction from which the Matriarch's aroma emanated, her careless footsteps creating a gentle racket as she wove through the foliage of the diluted forest. Soon, the dark woman's form materialized and in the next moment, the girl found herself standing before the beloved Mother.

Her posture morphed into proper submission, though her tail lightly swayed. She dipped her head into a bow. "It's good to see  you, Akantha."