Adhara's movements were stiff as she hauled herself up on the sandy shores. Around her, the Mangrove seemed to spread in all directions. A stretch of creaking joints, a loud cough, and then... and then what? It was just another wasteland, even if this one wasn't so... wasted. Still, the swim had been a long one, and tiring to boot. Not only was the swim taxing, but she was alone now. Alone. After all this time, she was well and truly on her own. There would be no discussion of the blood that had stained her paws. Maybe for the last time... shit. Adhara was the only one that had made it out alive, or at least, as far as she knew. Their band had been fractured, and then to be stabbed in the back? It was all way too dramatic. She was too old for the bullshit, the drama. Truly, the girl wouldn't have it. She couldn't have it, not now. Too dangerous. Move on. Bitter are the battles between brothers, after all. Around her sun, the midday sun shone brightly. At least it was a decently nice day, likely one of the last few they'd be privy to. Winter would be coming soon, and Adhara would need to figure out how to survive it alone. Hell, survive or not-- it wasn't really like she cared at this point, one way or the other. What would be would be... cynical or not. Carelessly, she shook the seawater from her coat. A nap sounded like a good plan, right about now...

Samara Klein Samara did not go too far, she had always had a rougher time going too far, her knees swelled easy enough as it was but as she'd gotten older she found herself growing stiffer with time. The mangroves was probably about as far as she could go in a single day now and she wasn't really interested in wandering too far from Abaven now, Haiku had returned to them and she wanted nothing more than to help her seemingly lost children. But some part of her couldn't help but hope she might find her last missing child, her lost daughter. That was what drove the woman to the mangroves this day. She wove carefully among the roots, avoiding the water. As she suspected there was no sign of Ruin, nothing to even begin to tell her if her daughter was still alive. The woman sighed, rolling her stiff shoulders as she paused. The scent of a stranger, drenched in salt reached her. Samara tilted her head towards it, there was something so incredibly familiar about the stranger's scent, familiar and yet buried so deep in her memories she couldn't chase it. Curiosity piqued Samara moved towards the shoreline, just at the edge of the mangrove when she spotted the stranger, a woman close to herself in age and clearly soaked from a swim in the ocean. She still wasn't quite able to place the familiarity she felt but no matter, her nurturing instincts kicked in. "Could you use some help?" She asked, approaching slowly but making sure to keep more than a respectable distance between herself and the unknown woman, Samara was hardly a fighter, her size made sure of that but she didn't cower before the much bigger woman before her. "Speech", Thoughts & You