Ankyra Sound another soldier with little patience to see the dawn

Open for anyone; Echelon's being nosy and checking out the remnants of Ankyra Sound!

She ventured out towards the coast a few days later, noting that Tonravik had become reclusive. And perhaps for good reason — Tartok had not rightly founded itself. Without it, without the aid and build of the wolves handpicked for their cause, any little tryst her bearish aokkatti could have had could have resulted in a rather rough start. And with her not overly accepting of Echelon's company, she had set off to scout along the coast once again. The ocean attracted her just as much as the glacier had once, though the latter had been chained to the back of her mind and left to be forgotten and rot.

She trotted easily over poorly marked borders, uncaring whether or not they had belonged to someone or not. If they did, if they were really there, then she did not expect opposition. Changes had come with the spring and among them, she was unaware that the two feuding packs had extinguished themselves promptly. Nor was she aware that she was treading sand across one such pack, the one that had been at the head of the conflict she heard whispers of to begin with. To her, this was all uncharted land that she had only crossed over once and well before their existence.

grieves — pressure cracks