Blackwater Islands oh, death

Akantha, reclusive as of late after Whip's breakdown and Kalika's promotion, found it in herself to patrol today in the hopes of finding some sort of repreve from her unease. There was a chill upon her skin that was not from the weather; it was a balmy, but overcast, day with a slight wind coming from the sea. That couldn't be it. But what? The Mothers were significant in their absence, and it only served to highten the anxiety that strained against the fetters within.

As she neared the bridge, she caught a glimpse of something dark huddled low on the sands. Her ears flung forward and her hackles flared upright as the scent of the stranger infliltrated her nose—a male. Under normal circumstances, she might have drove forward and attempted to impose her dominance upon him in a violent way, or even chased him out if he proved unwilling to bend beneath her might. But she hesitated. With Gabe's disappearance, and Chelan's trip, they were dreadfully low on Consorts. Especially those of breeding age, as this one seemed to be.

So, while she maintained her aggressive stance, she approached slowly and came to stop a few short feet from where he lay prostrate upon the sands. Her hazel eyes were fierce as they flickered over him—he was hale, blessedly, and stocky much like Chelan. They could benefit from this, if he was willing to accept her decree. The Matriarch lifted her nose, which flared as it drew in a great breath. "Who are you?" She rumbled dangerously.