Ankyra Sound saltwinter

fading

the salt wretch watched each of them, feral eyes wary. in some ways, she was trapped - no different than the songbird encloaked by lattice-white wire. it was her duty to engage this sad group -- this otherworldly conglomeration that beat at the tip of each wolf's breadth for only one purpose: their self. their survival.

witch that she was, she kept her thoughts guarded as they made their way to the 'salt vater dogges' -- she would watch each member closely, observe their mein and obeisances -- and eventually, come to her own conclusion of their sea-worth.