Ankyra Sound prizes of the sea

Leucothoë was never too far from her sister, and now was no different. She was moving toward her, currently at the treeline of the Monolith forest, when she noted a change in her direction. Leucothoë turned her head and saw the pale wolf she had met the other day... whose name, actually, she had not received. Leucothoë did not wear her seaweed today; it rested where she slept, now, where she would continue to place the gifts the Sea gave her.

The pale one prodded at the sand, which led the young Leucothoë to believe he had found something that might interest her. She moved in a graceful lope toward them, now, where the tawny story-telling male also approached. Leucothoë held her head the highest of all, tail straight behind her as she assumed her proper place. And upon her arrival, her eyes fell to the floor, and then to Reeks gains. She recognized it; her sisters had taught her some of healing, but she was still learning. Her attention went to the white one, even after Reek had spoken: What have you found?