Cerulean Cape a thousand miles out to the sea bed

The apprehension she anticipated, nor fear, dominated the stranger's features. Instead she faced Akantha with a look that belied the deeply astounded and awestruck emotions evidentally running rampant throughout her lithesome frame. She hadn't the slightest chance of knowing just how perfectly timed her resurfacing was in cadence with the prayers that Minerva urged to the Mothers; furthermore, she could not pin the woman as a Nereides by appearance alone, but the shell-shocked silence which accompanyed the expression she bore suggested there was more to this she-wolf than met the eye. 

But Akantha was not a graceful creature—she, forged in tempetuous squalls, and hewn by jagged coastlines, stood as a bastion, and a sanctuary, against those who would do the Nereides harm. Her hazel eyes raked across the woman's soundless mouth, then up past the sand-kissed hues of her face to those twin moons set so gracefully in her elegant face. The storm that rolled in her throat lessened in severeity and she stretched ner nose out to sniff the air between them in a display of trust. 

"Who are you, child?" she queried in the common tongue.