Ankyra Sound you're just a ghost

Popping him in for meeting Kjalarr :)

All was still. The wilds were barren from any sound. In the darkening backdrop of Saltinwter, Slancio rested. While he had made himself a home inside the grotto, he spent more time on the surface than below. He laid atop the gaping cave's roof, gazing out to the coast. Night fell quickly, and he watched as the sun  dissappear, the golden glow from it disappearing. The velvet indigo of twilight washed upon him, before dimming and giving way to cobalt and navy. Speckles of brightly flecked white started to dot the sky, mapping out the world, each telling their own stories. The stars shone down on him, bathing him in a cloack of silver light. Today the moon was gone, and he took a break in simple harmony and peace, letting himself fall into tranqulity.

He was close to drifting off the sleep, but the famine which clawed at his stomach like talons kept him awake. He sighed, the rumbling of his stomach desparate for food disturbing him from his peace. In the dimly light starry night, he wondered if he would die soon, fading and ceasing to exist, becoming a part of the eternal cycle of death. He closed his eyes, hearing the silent hum of the buzzing of the air as it passed, and the gentle coaxing of the waves lapping upon the shore. He would have to rest up tonight if he did not wish to die, and stay refreshed for tomorrow. 

Within seconds of trying to rest, the sounds of footsteps pittering beneath him woke up. Angling his ears, he listened carefully, wondering, and perhaps wishing, he had simply mistaken it for the sound of water dripping off limestone. Yet the sounds were clearing, and they were slowly spiralling out of his range. Heaving himself up, he followed. They were heading towards the cache, SLancio identified when he neared and rounded the corner. The stark white fur surprised him, yet he recognised the bulky body of the wolf who stod beside Caiaphas at the fight for the der. Canting his head, he neared, hesitant footsteps falling upon the sand, ringing out through the silent night.