Ankyra Sound holy water

Having the whale beached along their shore meant that they did not have to hunt, necessarily, for food. Chacal had begun stripping chunks of blubber from the creature, and burying them deep in the earth so that they might freeze, and provide sustenance for the wolves of Sapphique for some time to come. High in fat, it would be an invaluable resource if the winter was particularly cold or if a famine struck them. In addition to that, she thought it might be a good supplement for childbearing women. 

Having caught wind that the Laramite was hoping to have another litter, Chacal decided to seek her out. Meerkat had been a welcome companion in those early days of motherhood. She'd not come near the carcass, from what Chacal could tell, and she wondered why the woman might keep herself so withdrawn in the presence of such a nutritious and plentiful meal. When she found the woman's tracks leading down the shoreline toward Ankyra Sound, she followed. 

She knew, of course, that Mercy had gone to start an adventure of her own, and Chacal knew what that was like. She would perhaps be able to offer a sympathetic ear, if that was what Meerkat needed. She saw the fawn woman standing in the shallow reaches of the waves, and smiled. Whether she was aware of it or not, she was doing what many seawolves did by nature. It was almost like getting a massage for both the legs and the mind. The sound of water pushing and pulling against sand, flipping pebble over pebble could be hypnotic.