Blackwater Islands oh, death

Akantha was silent as the male receeded further beneath her imposing shadow. Her hazel eyes flickered over his form again as he lowered his muzzle a bit further to indicate his complete submission—she was looking for any sign of injury or illness, but found nothing damning in the subtle shifts of his musculature. This Constantine did not ask her for much, and left little to be desired. He was a strapping adult with a gentle way of interacting with the world. At least from what she could see. The Matriarch decided, in an instant, that she rather liked him.

She heard the shifting grains of sand beneath the approaching feet of Indie long before she was in reach to brush her shoulder along the tufted fur of the Matriarch's hip. Akantha briefly looked back to regard the svelte woman with a softness touching the edges of her gaze only to catch sight of Kalika. The Adept swept onto the scene in full regalia—her tail waved high, and her stance was intense. Everything about her demanded Constantine's attention, and it didn't settle well with her.

Akantha whipped around when her Adept had the gall to demand Constantine's further submission when the male was already prostrating himself well-below them. Her eyes narrowed and her hackles bristled to full attention as she stared down the other woman with a severity that bespoke of physical reprimand should she not heed the very obvious warning. A growl erupted from her throat and she lashed her tongue over her lips only to return her attention to the supplicant.

"Very well. We are in need of healthy individuals. If you can stomach the diet of a sea wolf, and our female-dominated society, then I see no reason why you wouldn't thrive here." Akantha revealed with a shiver of her cricked tail. Another testy look was sent sidelong towards Kalika.