Ankyra Sound i knew what my witches knew

"i suppose the sea spoke to me, once i lay my eyes upon it," he rejoined with a faux dryness. to him, the new gravel in her tones only served to endear the woman more strongly to him. she spoke of a pack he had not recognized -- stavanger -- and shook his muzzle slowly.

"there is no one there. not now." she had confirmed she was alone here, but the druid would not ask her again to leave the lash of the cold waves. it was quite transparent that here the witch would remain until death's touch or the doom of another settling pack drove her from the waters.

the touch of her tongue to the blood upon her jaw was altogether too moving -- lasher tore his eyes from contemplation of her sly profile and rested them with mild interest upon the constant roil of the sea, lapping at the wet sands with foaming tendrils.