Ankyra Sound i knew what my witches knew

lips curved into a bow as she extended her measure of peace to his wolves, to him, and lasher met her bright stare with a dip of his muzzle. "i appreciate the offer, and will avail myself of it if we are in need of such." the sound was a long pacing from where he intended to settle, but not too lengthy to disallow visits. yet he took to heart the priestess' revelation about the cliffs.

"i proffer the same to you," the druid murmured, for a moment letting his eyes rest on the isolated little grotto and she here alone, with the possibility of entrapment when the pale flakes began to gather in impassable mounds. the peaks may be unassailed, but the woman need only travel down the coast unto the borders of the great forest and speak his name for admittance.

a sigh swelled his sides; he looked fondly upon the sea-wraith. "i must depart you now," lasher breathed, his tone rueful and wanting, "but if it pleases you, i shall come again to the sound." his insinuation hung between them comfortably; if the ocean-witch would have it, taltos would seek to press very briefly his muzzle to her cheek before turning and setting a quick pace for his return to the plateau beneath the salt-grimed sunlight.