Ankyra Sound It's a beautiful day to have a picnic

raw was the ache that gutted her stomach, leaving caiaphas feeling as hollowed as the decayed collapse of a tree. she had been busying herself with border reinforcement to chase away the dull hunger that gnawed her stomach; that was, until she heard humming.

abruptly the siren's ears flew forward and she pinpointed the noise, slinking into a tired and somewhat inconsistent trot towards the source. she noted first the color, then the wolf -- he seemed possessed of a strange coloration not unlike the downy underside of a barred owl. his eyes she immediately sought, for they possessed a warming amber her own gazed lacked. abruptly she stopped and lifted her head, her posture suggesting well her deportment. "why are you here?" she queried, her voice falling as a dull growl roared within her stomach.