Ankyra Sound we are biding our time for these myths to unwind

her conviction could not be shaken  - the mothers had heard her prayers and had blessed her with kevlyn's corporeal appearance. caiaphas pulled from the hug, an instant expression of hot scolding melding her countenance. he denied who he was - was he ashamed? did he not love the nereides and all they had done for him?

her tongue worked to form outraged words, but a thought softened her resolve -- perhaps he, like many victims of the sea, had suffered amnesia. "kevlyn." the shewolf reiterated, confident this was her wayward son -- "don't worry. you're safe now." with that the coywolf set to finishing the final preparation of her ritual, tidying the marks in the sand she had just made while embracing the male.