Travelling to the home island that Natsumi had established from the caravel wreckage was smooth sailing, for the most part. The trip wasn't that long in the first place, and it was only during the latter part that some of the cargo awoke the woman's unknown guest. The ruckus that followed, while obviously loud, wasn't even enough to disrupt the current tranquility, largely due to the fact that Natsumi had grown accustomed to hearing echoes from within her mouth thanks to previous salvage raids. Not even the movement on her tongue was foreign at this point, though the horrible taste of Katerina's shoes did make her suspicious.
That aloof attitude, of course, changed when the wolf demon decided to use Natsumi's gums as a practice dummy. The most unwelcome, painful sensation that resulted from this action got the woman's attention right quick, and, unfortunately for the violent perpetrator, also did the same for Natsumi's "salvage guard."
"Hostile entity detected in salvage," said Kino, the aforementioned guard, as soon as the blood sprayed onto Katerina's face. The modified hibernation spells that followed this observation were a predictable outcome, as was the animate object spell that removed the wounding stake. Katerina, like others before her, had tripped the security system with her wanton destruction, and, as a result, had her limbs anaesthetized for easier expulsion. "Initiating emergency purge sequence."
Guiding Natsumi's tongue to the proper position, the duo proceeded on with the nominal sequence. The ice queen wrapped the fleshy organ around the intruder, slightly opened her jaws, and then spat both her and her impromptu weapon out into the sea as one would expel watermelon seeds. It just so happened that they were close enough to the island for the wolf demon to land near a shore, but that had never been Natsumi's intention, given how rudely she was assaulted.
The moments that followed this spit ball exercise were laughable, at best. Katerina, having no concept of manners or gratitude, threatened to kill Natsumi before she even turned around to see the size of her inadvertent rescuer. She didn't even know who she was threatening, a fact that reminded the druid all too well of their first meeting years prior. This time around, however, there was an oddly satisfying role reversal in attendance. That first instant of startled realization from Katerina was an absolutely delectable change of pace from the past: one that Natsumi adored.
"She won't eat you unless you're mean to the animals and plants," a nearby Saya said as the wolf demon told the sea serpent to just go ahead and eat her. The little girl stood a few yards behind Katerina, clothed in a white, flower print dress and swishing her tail in the sea breeze while her bare feet soaked up the sand's heat. She was looking directly up at Natsumi as she spoke, smiling and waving at her despite the obvious, sea serpent form.
This greeting by her daughter was a bitter sweet surprise for Natsumi. She was glad that Saya was coming out of her shell more without prior coaxing, but was less than thrilled that her disobedience of the island rules had positioned her so close to such an ill-tempered wolf demon. The child was trained in defensive magic, true, but a mother's concern for her daughter tended to override a teacher's confidence in her student for situations like the current one.
Still, despite her reservations, Natsumi did not move to scold her daughter for disobeying the rule to stay away from the shore. Rather, she quickly emptied her maw of cargo onto a dry patch of land, and then shrunk back into her tunic and pants clad, natural form. Saya's embrace was quick to follow this transformation, finding the woman just as she came back ashore in bare-footed stride.
"Welcome back, okaasan!" her daughter shouted with laughter that the druid could only assume was genuine. It seemed that getting out of the forest once in a while was proving to be a healthy influence on the girl's emotional well-being, but that was something to celebrate later. For now, Natsumi simply picked up Saya in her arms, and then turned to deal with the unexpected guest.
"Long time no see, Katerina Silverstein. I apologize for the spit, but then you did jab me in the gum line with an ill-mannered toothpick first. Not to mention I also had to taste you and whatever your boots stepped in aboard that ship just to remove you. Do you have any idea what touches the decks of caravels throughout their lifetimes these days or how persistent the residues left behind can be? I don't think you want to know."