Blackbeak Bluff Cause I know they won't be coming here for anybody else

A chill carried its way across the bluff, gathering darkness. It was different from a summer storm for its lethargy, a distinct lack of energy, but she still felt the booming of the sea below. Before long there was a flurry starting — out of place in the spring, but it was unseasonably cold along this coast and she did not choose to speculate. She was here for her communion with her Mother.

There came a shock of red in her vision — like blood in the water, it spread, contorted, became something identifiable. The woman closed her eyes and bade farewell to the Sea for now; there would be ample time to return, but for now she was intrigued. The shape was decidedly canid from a distance, and as she began her approach, the woman noticed a certain plump aspect.

When the woman finally stopped her breathing was laboured; Minerva knew better than to stalk after a stranger, but when she realized the state of the woman fully - her pregnancy, her fright, the scent of blood so faint beyond the salt of the sea - her heart swelled. She could not just stand by when a sister was in distress.

She made her presence known with her body first, allowing her steps to grow heavy and her gait to become more pronounced, and called out: Eíste se kíndyno? And then transitioned smoothly to common, Are you alright?