The Sentinels And if the house just keeps on winning

She was expecting him to brush it off, honestly.  She was used to people having a passing interest in her stories, but since she told so many, she imagined they got old pretty quick.  It was the best way to communicate, though.  She smiled when Arcturus asked her to expand, and felt that familiar uncomfortable warmth she always felt when anyone paid her attention (or a compliment).

They live in the water, but come to the surface to run in the warmth of the sun, or to see the beautiful stars.  It's too hard to see the sky underwater, of course.  She began, drawing the shape of these unknown packs from thin air.  They have to protect their territory too, yeah? So sometimes they come up to fight too, and that's when the ocean gets really rough!  They'd weathered a storm or two since their coming here, and Maia had been in awe of how much the ocean raged with it.  It was terrifying, and it wasn't hard now to imagine it as a roiling mass of fighting wolves.

But I think they are mostly curious of us, and how we manage to live on land.  Just like we are mostly curious of them.  Who do you think they would worship?  She wanted to see what he might bring in, if he had any additions.  The stories people made together were always the best ones, and she wondered if he had a storyteller in him too.