Blackwater Islands surreal

The sea water was bracing where it lapped against his legs, and Sobo took strength in it then, for what the Listener said seemed like it must be impossible. The loa had gifted him dreams of Mireille and this island. A wolf could not summon another in their dreams.

There was no way to explain how he had heard that unearthly howl, though, or how she knew he would come. At once, Sobo looked to the Listener as something other than wolf. A spirit? A minor loa? Or perhaps even a major one wearing wolf’s clothing. Whatever she was, the shape she took was not her true one. It sent an unnerved shiver through him.

When she beckoned, he followed all the same, sloshing out of the water onto the shore but not wasting time to shake out his fur. It made him uneasy to leave the sea behind, but Mireille was worth it. She would always be worth it.

She came out of the gloom quickly and Sobo felt all his tension melt away. Sè, he said, crumpling around her in a tight embrace, then watching her slip past to see their siblings. Sobo turned his head back to the Listener then. It was too eerie to acknowledge her otherworldly presence and power, but the knowing was in his eyes when they held on her. T’ank ya for helping us find her. What can we do ta repay ya?