Ankyra Sound no man's sky

The dark-hooded woman spoke of time as though it were a simple thing. His muzzle crinkled slightly at her words and he huffed a short chuckle. As plain as her comment regarding time was, it was laced in validity. Perhaps that was all they really did have, in the end.
 
Another question dropped from her lips and the ashen ghost turned his gaze to hers, allowing it to linger there. “I would like to be,” he responded with a slow nod of his head. “The destitution here though…” and he trailed off, furrowing his brows. The lack of prey in their lands made it difficult to survive as a loner. And the spine had been disbanded. Kierkegaard did not owe his loyalties to the wolves of that pack. He had no interest in following them to their new home. The only other creature he had taken interest in was standing before him.