Cerulean Cape Ooh baby it's a long way down

@Aiolos, @Donovan

It had been nearly a week since she had seen her pack. Doubt had begun to settle in...what if Artyom didn't care? What if he was busy? What if Surya had found another? 

The days had blended together, and Aphrodite had settled into the farce of domesticity. Memories and thoughts of her trauma had been banished to the realms of her nightmares, and as long as she was mostly compliant and didn't make herself a victim, she realized he did indeed plan to keep her around long enough to breed her. The thought of which utterly repulsed her. 
All the while she had weedled her way into his mind, playing a game that would be deadly if she lost. Hunting with him- which she was still lousy at- and fishing, even forcing herself to lay beside him at night. 
It was the fishing that had brought her here, to this beautiful peninsula, plentiful with crabs, discarded sea debris, and plenty of other things to sample the exotic taste of. 
But there was something else here. A scent. Faint, soft, but one she remembers well. The scent of a friend. A possible savior.