Ankyra Sound We crave a different kind of buzz.

The heat of the day was not easily felt due to the whipping wind of the ocean. The flat water carrying harsh winds onto land. Armor was not a fan of the wind, nor the ocean. It was an endless watery grave, wrapped in stinging salt that drained the life of land dwellers. But alas Heda had found a home on the cliffs upon, as so Armor had to live with the death trap waiting to happen.

Today he had decided to stretch his legs, tapping into his scouting skills Armor had made his way dow to the coast, away from the jagged cliffs. The rest of the pack was so enthralled with the pups, that he had found himself often on his own. None would miss his leaving for a few hours. He had spent the better part of the day, basking in the sun on the soft sand. It wasn't until the end of his visit that he was disturbed. The scent of another hanging in the air. Lifting his head lazily from the sand to peer at the lady.

"Can't I just have an afternoon of peace." He sighed. She could probably hear him, but Armor didn't particularily care. He made no attempt to rise, not wanting to reveal his injury.