Northstar Vale the sharks

The relief finally hits her when she hears her own name, and she can't stop the breathless laugh that slips from her as she moves to embrace her sister. The cold sting of water soaking through her fur barely registers when she finally reaches her. Not as glad as I am to see you, I'm sure, She tells Eleni, laughing again when her enthusiastic greeting nearly knocks her off her feet despite the stab of pain in her shoulder. She hardly notices herself slipping back to her first language, though it feels oddly unfamiliar for a moment. I am — well, mostly. It'd be pointless to try to hide the angry red wound stretching across her shoulder, aching and burning from the beginning stages of an infection. But that isn't her concern right now. Are you?