Gilded Bay It's the heat that drives the light

The koa had wandered from his sister's company for the first time since waking up to her urging words that night on the shore. It had only been a few days, and he was still weak and tired easily but being stubborn and restless, he had decided to go for a walk down the beach. Ahe would have strongly discouraged him from taking this stroll and that's why he had waited until she left to find food; she couldn't tell him no if he didn't actually ask. Besides, it was just a walk, he would be fine. Or, that's what he told himself, but the longer he was active the more he coughed until finally, the ali'i had to stop and take a seat. 

His whole body shook violently as he hacked, and he grew frustrated with the whole thing. He was tired of being weak and not being able to do a damn thing without almost coughing up a lung. He swallowed hard when his coughing attack finally subsided, and Keanu looked out across the night-darkened sea in front of him. He was thankful for the bright luminescent light of the moon; it glinted off the moving waves and offered light to what would have otherwise been a pitch-black shore. With a long sigh, the bear gave into the fact that he would have to rest here for a bit before making the trek back to where he and his sister had been camped out.

The bay is not far from where she and @Govinda stake their claim.  Old habits die hard; Izel is protective of the gilded territory and its treasures as she had been the lands surrounding Shearwater during her time as their matriarch.  When she sees his rough silhouette cut against the waters she bristles and marches swiftly forward with her long limbs, clipped gait leading her directly towards the stranger.

He begins to cough and she slows.  These beaten down strays have a tendency to find her.  Her withers lower, no longer creating a jagged edge against her haloed silhouette, and she chuffs to catch the brute's attention.

The bear froze at the sound, rising to his feet in an attempt to hide his weak state. He took in the dark female, his gaze calculating. He did not trust strangers and normally held an aggressive stance when faced with one, but he was too weak to defend himself properly, which was clear in the way he fell back into a sitting position. Shit, he said before coughing again, his breathing coming out in wheezes when he was done. What do you want? he asked gruffly, gaze still piercing and distrustful. If she was here to kill him, then he hoped she would just get on with it.

A plume of white escapes from her nose as she exhales sharply, the glare of her murkwater eye fixed upon him.  He has survived the trials of the ocean and come out the other side; some part of her is impressed.  He could have been her son, if he'd been scarcely younger, if she'd ever had more than one child.
Her thin features raise, chin pointed to the sky as she regards him still.  If she could convince him, he'd make a fine addition to their rank.  My plateau, she punctuates, my bay.  If he had more than two rocks to rub together, he could connect the dots on his own.
I could help you.

His eyes narrowed suspiciously. Help how and at what cost? he asked, coughing a little after speaking. Why would she help an obviously weak stranger; surely there was some price to pay for such aid. The koa suddenly wished he had remained where his sister had left him, but it killed him to have to rely on others. He would hate to have made it all the way here through an unforgiving sea just to be killed by some stranger, but if that as his fate than so be it. Still he watched the woman and waited for her answer, ready to go down fighting if needed.