Blackwater Islands breathe it in

Often, Whip wondered if his late parents and his sister would have been proud of the wolf he was. Especially now, with his intent to follow in his sister's academic footsteps. Unfortunatly, Whip believed it was unlikely that he would recieve such praise. He abandoned them, both his sister and his newborn siblings, all without a word -- without an explanation as to why he could no longer see the Caldera as home. It was a wrong that he could never right; a black mark, weighing heavy on his already burdened conscious.

The sea wolf, however, was surprisingly empathetic. Kindness among the Nereides, especially directed toward a drudge like Whip, was incredibly rare. It nearly caught Whip off guard. She coaxed a small, sad smile from the drudge. "Really?" He chirped, initially disbelieving. His eyes opened wide with earnest and a small spark of hope returned to their typically emotionless silver depths.

"You're kind to me," he spoke, voicing his observation after a beat. Genuinely curious, Whip asked, "Why?"