Ankyra Sound another soldier with little patience to see the dawn

Once more, caught up with the sight and the sound of the ocean, Echelon let her guard down. And it always seemed that once she did let down that guard, someone found her. She could have just continued on, happy to slink along and be left alone and perhaps even go unnoticed... but today was not going to be one of those days.

The voice that called out to her was muffled and grabbed at her attention much quicker than it should have; her head whipped around to spy out the lightly colored wolf. He was less guarded than she would ever be, much more jovial and full of emotion than she would ever allow herself to be. And the stick in his mouth explained much of what he was doing there — he was looking for someone to play with.

For a moment, an ounce of glee dared to throttle itself into her veins. Echelon did enjoy her moments of play but they were far and few inbetween. She saved it for quiet times, saved it for when she knew she could get Tonravik in on the fun. Truth be told, she found that she was much more of a solitary creature barring that unbreakable bond to her aokkatti. And here, she did not know just how to take his offer of play.

So she let on that she was interested in this game of play, but only had one desire in the world at that point. She just wanted to take his stick and run away.