Ocean's Breath Plateau this is your story

the smell of salt and the steady beat of a gait lures racharra in to another tribe wolf, clearly very responsible — unlike herself who was out here barely doing her duties and instead wallowing again. he's appealing, too. though.. he's built a lot like.. nevermind!
she nods in return, initially letting him go on with his duties as she inspects the ocean-blessed stranger. he's young and his body is still boyish. there is still much for him to grow into, and racharra realizes that this is most likely the boy rodyn had mentioned. so, seizing the opportunity before it trots away, the nebet bounds after the boy before he could pass her. she's careful, though, to not stop him dead in his tracks.

hello! she croaks before clearing her throat before continuing. ..i'm racharra, nebet of akashingo. i'm sorry to pry, but.. could i have your name?