Ankyra Sound lieder und gesänge

The stranger emerged, and Kierkegaard found himself marveling at just how similar this brute was to their strong-headed leader. At least, his appearance reflected a strange kinship with Wylla, but his voice spoke a tale of long-distanced travel and a tongue that was forged through another language. The ghost regarded him with a careful expression before he dipped his head and allowed for a laxer air to their conversation. As the stranger drifted closer, Kierkegaard caught sight of the pale violet in his gaze and breathed deep in a sounder comfort that this wolf did not appear to be related to Wylla at all.

“Fall from a cliff,” the ghost responded with a small shrug that ached his shoulder. “Washed up about a week later.” As always, Kierkegaard was a man of few words and he wasn’t fond of delving into the subjects that closely related to his mistakes. Then, with a quick twitch of his dark lips, the ashen creature gestured toward their pack and fixed Mahler with a glinting gaze. “What happened to you? What poor fool convinced you to join this crew of sea dogs?”