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She had learned a lot since becoming a Neophyte, but something Acorn was unsure she'd ever get used to was the ferocity with which some females treated their so-called consorts. The young woman certainly had some anger inside of herself she wouldn't mind expelling on a disobedient manservant, admittedly, but the newcomer found herself too fearful. Maybe whichever male she took her pent up rage out on, if and when it was appropriate, would act out. Maybe he would channel the males of the Thicket and send Acorn skittering for safety.

One day, the she-wolf would no longer be afraid.

For the moment, though, Acorn would just be hungry and tired. Akantha, who the younger she-wolf had forced herself to keep pace with so as to avoid their consort guard, refused to let them rest. Admittedly, this helped ease Acorn's nerves; if they didn't stop walking, the nightmares the female had learned to sleep through wouldn't come as quickly.

The cooler evening air was refreshing, and while Akantha grew frustrated, Acorn found herself reinvigorated. She had truly always been a child of the night, though midnight meandering had gotten her fuzzy butt in trouble on many an occasion. That was in the past, though. The future was as bright as "Mother Moon," who Acorn was slowly beginning to understand the concept of.

The religion of the Nereides was something that fascinated Acorn, but she'd stayed quiet for the most part on the matter. It was not her place to ask, the girl felt, even though things were different with the sisters. It didn't matter that this "Mother Moon and Sea" that kept being spoken of made her heart twitch in peculiar excitement. Acorn had picked up enough bits and pieces to begin to start understanding the significance of Her. Some of that knowledge had even been personally granted by the sisters themselves.

Speaking of the deity, Akantha's sudden exclamation brought Acorn out of her musings with a start. The girl's tail sneaked between snow-colored legs as twitching ears pressed themselves to her skull. Acorn expelled the breath caught in her throat with an off-tune tone from her vocal chords; the jittery humming started with a barely audible whine as the young woman forced herself to relax.

When she came back to the world a few seconds later, Acorn blinked and then jolted forward to catch up to Akantha. Her mind was still the slightest bit unsteady, to the point that the female genuinely couldn't tell if Atlas had appeared near the growing group before or after the Neophyte had closed the distance.

She smelled the heavy scent of sea salt on the females and their consorts; it was an odor that had just started to permeate Acorn's coat before the girl had begun journeying with Akantha's band. Despite the vaguely shared scent, the odd-eyed woman still felt incredibly out of place. Acorn pursued a rather dangerous trail of thought; maybe if she showed the initiative to learn about their culture, she'd feel more at home.

"Acorn," She said softly; it was an introduction and a personal reminder of her identity as a newcomer, "May I learn about Mother Moon and Sea tonight?"

The female resisted the urge to cringe at having asked that at all. That was so stupid. Acorn's mild submission, far less than the consorts displayed, didn't feel like nearly enough to make up for her mistake. The girl put all her effort into standing completely still, or at least trying to; if Acorn gave her body an inch to move, the shaking would start.