Ankyra Sound Nobody knows you now.

on two trunks for legs the bear rested, his forelimbs pressed against a rust-flecked stalagmite. at the top of its summit sat a wearied and harried bird, who regarded him with a fretful shuffle of her feathers. the thick bole of stone could not be splintered - not even by his terrific hands, and the bird was safe - for now.

yet it was ever a war of attrition; shardik would earn his meal soon enough. the bird had little time left in this world, and the taste of abysmal dark swarmed ever round it.

a clatter from some southern reach echoed down the hardened corridors and the great beasts' round ear flickered. pulling himself to the ground with a thunderous shuffle he padded into the dark, a low growl hung from his lips.