We move like cagey tigers

Her mother's angry howl calling for the capture of the intruder, and the description from her seagull had Deluge smirking as she crossed the bridge to the mainland, certainly sounded familiar enough, and her curiosity had to be sated. She thought she could make out a familiar brown shape bobbing towards the shore and she strode with purpose to approximately where she expected the woman to wash up, using her cat like claws to get her out of the mud and up into the tangle of mangrove branches overhead. She reclined, her antlered head hanging between a supporting fork in the boughs. She wasn't making any attempt to be sneaky or subtle.

When Morwenna finally made it to the shore, Deluge offered her a smirk from her upside-down position in the tree. "Honey if yer missed me tha' badly yer shoulda jus' called..."