Ankyra Sound not afraid of the storm that comes my way

the siren queen's hateful resolve softened when she witnessed confusion color the youth's raw muzzle. she did not let her guard down, however -- instead, she watched him with sharp and focused eyes. her hackles, risen in a spectacular display of rigid affront, were slow to subside. the svelte creature coldly listened as the pale wolf spoke, a singular ear cast forward in a dubious expression.

her gaze sharpened as he mentioned the sea and its role in his early life. "this is ankyra sound." there was a draconian sting to her voice, as the very memory of ankyra was sullied by a stranger's presence. but he seemed somehow affiliated with the brine -- caiaphas wondered if for a moment this was a wolf of the bay. "stavanger bay is that way, if that is what you are looking for."