"Coromotto," says her wolf, damp tail thumping the sand a few times in a weary but friendly enough wag as he looks from the rabbit to the otter and back.

"Mako." Daine nods politely. "We've met before. I was a bird at the time, though. I think I startled you." 'Startled' is a mild term for it, but after watching the other woman attempt to fend off a kraken with nothing but a branch and a great deal of courage, it'd sound fair silly to say she'd frightened her.

"I've never had to send off a kraken before," she continues, "but I did call one, once. It was bigger than that," she adds with a nod towards the monster-free waters, "but I think it was a bit more sensible." She leans forward, intrigued. "How did you fight your monsters? Do you have magic in your realm?"