Ankyra Sound no man's sky

You have nothing to apologize for!

 

Her scent struck the wind, flitting across his nostrils for only a second before it was whisked away. The ashen brute lifted his skull and drew his breath in sharply, hoping to capture it once more. His golden globes danced along the entrance to the secluded oceanic pack. If only he did not risk attack by entering their lands uninvited. If only he could lug his ragged form across their borders and find her himself. Snorting, the pale creature held his ground and waited until the rapid sound of paws striking sand reached his lengthy ears. Drawing them forward atop his skull, Kierkegaard locked his gaze with the dark waif who raced towards him with sharp yellow eyes and an expression that he could not read. But he was washed with relief and his broad shoulder seemed to slump slightly as she neared him.
 
“I thought you were dead.” He blinked slowly at her, a frown winding its way onto his dark lips. Her breathing was heavy and her words were washed by the rasp in her lungs. Drawing his ears back only slightly, in an apologetic manner, the pale brute took a step forward and breathed heavily, drawing her in. For a heartbeat, he seemed captivated by her small and threadbare figure. The Sairensu male thought for a moment that she was not real, but that he had imagined her there. But her final words struck him from his thoughts and he shook his head.
 
“I traveled many places,” he answered her genuinely, though the response was vague and perhaps a little disquieting. Furrowing his brows on his forehead, the great ghost took another step closer to the sea wench and lowered his skull. “It would take time to tell you,” he then added, though the final remark was made open-ended. If she wished to hear, he would recount his tales of the past year. If she held anger in her heart for him and for leaving without a word, he would accept that scorn and leave. But he did not want to.