Ankyra Sound a shadow of the past

The pack had split into small groups, roving off in search of the two missing girls in spells. Chacal sent her eldest daughter on a search with Maleah, knowing they kept good company, and stayed behind to mind the borders. Winter approached- and with it came a slough of travelers looking for somewhere to bunker down for the season. She had seen it time and time again, and it did not surprise her to see a stranger there, with her daughter who had voiced the summons.

Both wolves were wet, a detail that Chacal found hard to miss- though she got the general impression that the sea had perhaps been more welcoming of her daughter's presence. The stranger looked physically fit, but exhausted. The tangle of kelp and seaweed lying all around him gave her more clues, and she regarded him with the look her daughter had mustered earlier; even and cool.

She passed her jaw over the top of her daughter's head, uttering an affectionate rumble, her tone a mix of something fond for her daughter, but territorial all the same.

She could feel the disappearing pressure in her sinuses from the storm that had likely chased him toward the shore. He was fortunate to have survived, if he had been out far enough to become tangled in that much seaweed.

'The sea gives an' she takes.'

She'd not heard her daughter speak the words, but heard them in a tone in the back of her mind that caused her to soften her gaze for a moment. She fought back the urge to ask why a man had been their gift, but it was a question she could answer easily enough herself.

"Chani Erzulie, daughter mine-
who is dis, dat be brought up from de brine?"

She asked, prompting an explanation from her own flesh and blood, so she might see what had happened from eyes belonging to a wolf she loved and trusted.