Ankyra Sound not afraid of the storm that comes my way

it was a bland day that met caiaphas as she resurfaced from the grotto, her senses assaulted by brine and bright. she squinted as if aghast by the shade of sunlight that dappled the entrance, recoiling in the manner of a spider struck by water. slowly she steeled her eyes to the upsetting brightness and eventually, emerged from the cave with the disfigured flipper of a seal in tow.

she was not expecting a visitor on her shores and when she spotted the heavily scarred male she dropped the fin in surprise. her sharp eyes scoured his countenance without shame, noting the recent injuries that afflicted him. with the deportment of a savage the she-wolf pulled towards him, her berserk expression riddled with outrage. along her back her coarse fur rose in rough pallisades, her hackles uplifted in sharp rifts along her spine. "who are you and why are you here?" the she-wolf demanded, her gums curling back into a menacing sneer.