Ankyra Sound And I'm not wearing trainers

ironically, mahler took notice of wylla's focused nature and wondered at it, following her gaze out over the dark salt. a tremour racked his tall body; the idea of returning to the icy embrace was not one that the man found pleasant in the least. but the she-wolf was correct; blunt in her reasoning. it was her directness that urged the musiker to his feet.
glancing toward the dove-grey alpha for a long moment, mahler leapt from the stone outcrop back into the sea. knowing now what to expect, the teeth of winter did not come as such a shock; he lifted his charcoal chin above water, describing a half-circle to see if wylla had followed suit.