j - we can make the world stop

"The ocean breeze sings of forgotten things..." She murmurs as she plods down the natural pathway carved by the animals that use it to get down to the beach. She can recall herding her sisters down, calling out to be mindful of their feet, and that She would gladly take any body found broken upon the shore. But it is blurry images pieced together haphazardly; she can hardly remember the way Her words should fit on her tongue.

Her noses senses a threshold and she obediently comes to a halt. She noses a frond at the base of a tree, taking in the unfamiliar scents that speak of a change. An unusual amalgamation of a creature has taken her sister's place as head of the pack. What of the rituals? Had she been Chosen? Was it fate? All these questions ring in her mind as she stands, swaying slightly in the chilly winter breeze.

She shakes out her pelt and a few clumps fall down to the ground. Her once robust frame is sickly, but she lacks the telltale musk of disease. Akantha shifts her gaze to where the sound of the ocean is strongest, and raises her voice to the sky to summon her sisters.