Iktome Plains Super Psycho Love

if nothing else, tachyon could appreciate the unique companionship this wolf presented. her strange accent and odd dialect was fascinating, and tachyon tried his best to memorize the vernacular she used so he could perhaps someday tell a story to deirdre in such an accent. for now he he hung back, trotting a little off to the side of maude as they progressed up the strand. "this is iktome plains - ahead lies donnelaith, the pack -- then there is sea-lion shores, named for, well, sea lions.. further north there is a coven of sea-witches in ankyra sound." he did not mention bonechewers, simply because he possessed no knowledge of their existence or name. "who are you looking for?" tachyon leveled the question unexpectedly, turning his golden gaze to the wolf as if to accentuate how serious he was in finding out.