Blackwater Islands girls of roses, thorns and crowns

Shalon hadn't been on the island long, it had been her own curiosity that had brought her here in the first place. She had never been on an island, and it had looked so inviting. The few days she had spent here were interesting, until the storm hit. She had been stranded, especially after her stint with that lone wolf, Shalon was unable to swim back. She had been sleeping away from the water, hoping it wouldn't completely swallow the island, and herself. Even with the storm passing, the water remained high. Shalon wasn't sure she wanted to risk a swim back to the mainland, not with her leg still injured, and definitely not on her own. So she waited, and waited, and waited until the water returned to before the storm. It had been some time since anyone had lived on this island, so she had little hope of any finding her.

That was until Shalon's keen canid nose picked up the scent of another, she couldn't be sure it was another, the salt stuck to their furs. Heading over to investigate, Shalon didn't honestly didn't expect to find others. She approached softly, confident yet not dominantly so. "The sea provides." She spoke softly, with a hint of laughter.