Ankyra Sound No one's pet

she had been rooting around in a large welt of sea-kelp when she heard the howl; a howl specifically for her. the coywolf lifted her slender snout from the darkwater weeds, a single tendril sliding off the bridge of her nose and collapsing at her feet. she shook herself and slid into an efficient trot, headed in the direction of the summons.

when she crested the rise where the duo stood she slowed, noting the subservient pose of the coywolf that stood before kjalarr. the beta himself did not look agitated, though the siren queen assumed there was a reason for his call. coolly she looked the female over while awaiting explanation, her expression unreadable at present.