Ankyra Sound Winter Arrival

the salt-witch paused as a howl punctuated the drone of the shore, its sound tapering off into the whipping wind. caiaphas turned, making towards the source of the sound. it had been a long time since she had a visitor entreat entrance into her fold and the remembrance of her old duties flooded her with a warm sense of dreaded familiarity.

the sylph stopped as a caramel-doused female met her view, noting the soft cream of her features. the coywolf's tail rose and she regarded the stranger carefully. it was liberating to not have to keep the sound a secret -- not the way the nereides did -- and caiaphas slipped easily into conversation. "this is saltwinter -- what is your business?"