Silver Creek come, ye sisters, come

She felt oddly uneasy, though it wouldn't show on her features.

These wolves, their presence was different than she had expected - of course, perhaps it was simply the unfamiliarity of a new place among new faces, but they seemed to have odd views and though she had only scratched the surface, she was rather unsure. Even so... the Renoda would play along. She was mildly intrigued.

When the summon rose on the wind, Faeryn did not delay her approach, and her lithe figure glided into the scene with untold grace - she was a swift mover, adjusted to her days of swimming in the ocean's waves and fighting for her survival in the current's grip. Though she was strong, her dainty appearance did not give away clues; fighting the current was useless, but she had learned how to run with the current. Perhaps that was why she felt odd here - though there was a creek, it was not the sea that she so dearly loved.

The seawolf placed herself among the gathering group, deep gaze of watery hues cast toward the one who had summoned the women here; she had yet to discover the meaning of such a call, but she would listen intently and learn what her supposed purpose here was.