Blackwater Islands Of whit and measure

A low chuff was heard and mottled black and tawny head was lifted as she stared at the new intrusion upon her mission. A wolf in colors of different types a bit like she herself, though different. She frowned and studied him, and chuffed back. 

She shifted and trotted towards him, though she was mindful to stay away. You there. Do you braid the hair of Sedna? Or give sacrifice to the great bears ATKA and SOS?

She peered at him with curiosity and wonderment. She was not as her grandmother had been, as her auntie. She was not a soft spoken scared thing. She believed in greater things. There were great bears to watch over her. Why worry when there were mermaids and sirens and Krakens in the deeps. 

She turned from him and grasped a couple pieces of seaweed. Laying it side by side, she began to braid them, teeth over one to the other. Paw at the top, pull it tight. She would put it around her neck. Use a claw to make a hole in a shell, it would be wondrous.