Blackwater Islands surreal

Water sluiced from Sobo’s belly into the sea, which swelled to soak his fur once more. His legs were sturdy despite the waves. He wished to step up onto dry land, but the nameless sentinel of the island standing there was enough to keep him right where he was for now. He did not want to intrude, only to find his missing sibling if she was here.

She spoke, giving a title rather than a name. He did not realize it functioned as both for some wolves of esteem. She was right to the point of his coming here, so direct that Sobo’s eyes widened. The loa worked in mysterious ways. Could it be... How do ya know dat, Listener?

Somewhere behind him, his other sister bobbed in the waves, making her way to the isle. He did not yet know he was followed.