Blackwater Islands sea of voices

@Indie!

For once in a great many weeks, her mind was blessedly silent. The Sea and Moon both retreated to their respective homes, and allowed the Matriarch to bask in the daily cycle that was most familiar, and most comforting. Her motivation, normally, was born of instinct, not logic, and so it was nice to finally release the tension from her spine and the fog from her mind as she walked the far reaches of the western shore line. Sure, there were matters that desired her attention, but nothing that could possibly be dealt with right then and there.

Gabe was missing and, as unfortunate as that was, Akantha knew he either abandoned them or drowned. She was not in control of either situation, though the former caused her a great deal of discomfort considering all the food and effort she'd put into attempting to tame the boy. Kalika's judgement on the issue, however, was not called into question—she'd tried and succeeded in tempting him to their depths but it was ultimately his own failings that caused him to vanish. As harsh as it was, Akantha felt no pity for the boy and would not should he return. But she could not bring herself to be angry at their lot. Whip was coming along fine, as was Chelan, and Drageda had yet to close the noose around her neck.

Oddly enough, there was only one wolf on her mind today as she scoured the western reaches of Soteria and that was her vaudevillian mistress, Indie. Her scent was still strong upon the land, so she didn't doubt the swarthy vixen still lived within their claim. But she'd only caught passing glances of the dark she-wolf in recent weeks and wanted to affirm her affection and gratitude for the once-outsider. Akantha did not throw up a howl, but also did not hide her presence here.