Moon is Crescent
It's a completely different world beneath the waves, even in the Hisil. The faint light of the night sky is dimmer, filtering through the water. Though at least the clarity of the liquid allows for decent visibility. Still, the spirits native to the area are able to use the dim ambiance to great effect; always at the shadowed edge of the Urathas' vision, never in plain sight.
Sound is different too; flatter, drawn out, almost a hollow echo in the ears of the werewolves shuttled through the depths. The realm of the Gardener is not yet in view, as the Ascendant Crescent Brotherhood and Shadow Seekers travel with the aid of their respective spirits. But both notice another shape out in the water headed in roughly the same direction as themselves, and perhaps roughly the same size as well.
Chantay murmurs softly to Rushing Waters, and the spirit obligingly alters its course to head towards the object they've spotted.
Meanwhile, the Shadow Seekers see the other object they've spotted change course to intercept them.