Blackwater Islands now we're in the ring and we're coming for blood

Salish awoke from her slumber to the beautiful songs of her kind. She lifted her head from where it rested in the sand between her paws, honey eyes that were usually merry now wistful and somber. Their numbers had grown, and the she-wolf had known in her heart that the time to announce their congregation was near. And now, it had happened. From the initial call of their elegant leader rose a chorus of pride, voices swelling into a melody of unmatched beauty. A smile broke across her beige features. In the interest of expressing her loyalty, Salish lifted her snout towards the sky and added her wolfsong to the symphony which played in perfect tune with the whispers of the  Sea. The Islands were theirs, the Nereides was created.