Greatwater Lake with a warmth inside, i walk into the dark

Akantha returns the smile, and nods as Psamathe beckons the young wolf toward the lake with familiar promises. She was used to this; strays wandering into the grasp of the Nereides. It had happened with her charge, Acorn, and now, perhaps, Junior. How many more would they acquire? Was this land in such great turmoil that promising yearlings would wander freely from their packs? Worse yet, be shunned by them? Akantha could not possibly know what had transpired between Junior and her emotional assailant, but she did understand that it could be their gain. At the very least, the word of the Mothers could be spread further.

She swishes her tail with a smile at the question, "In a way. Perhaps not how you are used to, but we are very close. We are all born from the Mothers." She explains, wondering if Psamathe will indulge the girl further.