Wheeling Gull Isle santeria

To the angakkuq's dismay, the girl without words backpedaled a step into the lapping tide, seemingly to return to the depths from whence she came. Perhaps he had come on too strong, he wondered; Komodo had a penchant for doing so, but the man lived a straightforward life and reflect those values in his manner of speech. He never meant to offend, and actually found that most reacted quite favorably to his candor; but he could adapt. "Easy, big ears." he intoned in a lackadaisical modulation [momentarily referencing those big sodden ears, swept down, back and tucked tight against her skull], and he hoped he could put the gamine girl at ease — he wasn't done meeting her yet.

A silence settled around them, albeit for a moment, and allowed the medicine man a chance to observe his atramentous subject. He was stoic and unmoving as he did so, save for his gaze [guilded with gold leaf] which traced a path over her gamine frame and pointed features. At the moment, Komodo had no recognition of her but piece by piece, the past began to unveils itself — from the liveliness of her eyes [which jumped with her own unconscious familiarity] to her apparent affinity and comfort with the aegis of the sea. The brute's tongue traced the outline of his mouth as his thoughts stirred and he tried to make sense of them. Familiarity was a foreign concept to the vagrant, whose feet and mind itched for new things, new places, new wolves... despite this, any sense of acquaintanceship was a novelty that he was happy to entertain. Before long, it all began to make sense: the dark fur, their oceanside milieu, the curious silence.... finally, he knew. 

"Do you remember me..." he drawled with a cant of his head "...Coelacanth?"  If she did not, it would be no matter. The sheepdog had only been a pup, after all.