Ankyra Sound salt and sea glass

Rain beat down on her back as her path swung wide through the forest, the girl grousing below her breath as she galloped faster to try and escape it.

She had been on the coast for a while now, tromping up and down it’s sandy stretches, and she found she quite enjoyed it. Not enough to stay, of course, she had never stayed anywhere in her lifetime, but Zipporah liked the sand beneath her feet.

Except for now, when sand was tangled into her leg fur, and kept whipping up into her face via the wind. She ducked and covered from the rain, taking shelter along the cliffs until it gave way and she managed to duck into a tiny alcove. The coywolf took the moment to catch her breath, listening for inhabitants in the alcove she had ducked into, but getting none. The only sounds were the dripping of her coat, and her breath.

Zipporah gave a gentle puff.

Good.

the rain is relentless as it beats down upon her, mixing with the sand of the coast; stinging against her nose and eyes. it drives wanheda into the shades of the trees; helping to mitigate the worst of the rain. still, her eyes burn from the last remnants of sand particles that linger.

the sound of a puff of a breath, draws the commander's attention and forces her to give pause; so soft that she isn't so sure that she hasn't imagined it.

but perhaps not. there is the scent of another, masked by the smell of wet soil and salty brine of the ocean, but fresh nonetheless. still, she knows that does not mean that the owner of the trail has stuck around.

wanheda gives a low chuff all the same.