Ankyra Sound Orphaned Prince

the (ex, thank god) siren queen was bemused that the yearling would not face her. she had never looked at her own reflection in the ocean, but doubted seriously her features were so medusa-like that they would compel this little wolf to want to turn tail.

she curled her thin tail around her haunches and studied him - there was something about him that was so familiar - as if she had known him in another life. she fell silent for a moment, her mind going through the paces as she thought of ways to console the wolf enough that he would turn around and face her.

"a shanty, huh?" the sea-witch inquired, her tone deceptively light. "it's nice. i knew someone who used to call songs shanties. she was my beta." caiaphas fondly recalled the confusing and complex being that was maude - the wolf's intensity and downright tenacity had jived perfectly with caiaphas' rough and tumble life. "her name was maude - she had several songs, though i've forgotten the words to them."