Ankyra Sound dreaming about the things that we could be.

Bit of PP of Phantom!

She had been watching the two white figures from a distance from the forest, first recognising the familiar form of Callantha before a second similar-looking wolf approached her. She was quite far away from the two so, by the time Nesaea found her way towards them, the other was already turning to leave. The silver girl quietly slunk up behind her mother's ward, coming to a halt beside her as a silent presence that peered at the mute siren. She was the one from the little party that had greeted them.

With a courteous nod, the stranger took her leave after her failed attempt at trying to communicate with Callantha. It was unknown to Nesaea that she was a mute; she took her silence as a sign of respect to the sisters from Themiscrya.

Turning back to the rambunctious girl after the other siren was out of earshot, Nesaea narrowed her eyes slightly at her fur that seemed to never want to fall flat. She wanted to groom and settle it, but was repelled by the thought of the dirt that was surely intertwined within her fur. Gaze flicking back to her eyes, she regarded her with a graceful tilt of her head. "You didn't offend her?" she inquired, hoping Callantha wasn't already ruining their reputation.