Ankyra Sound The Place of Shoaling Waters

Weary and near empty-bellied, Neako continued to trudge onward through the sand, his bright curious eyes peering around at the secluded beach that he now found himself roaming. Travelling quietly, the brute couldn't help but notice how the place was nestled away between the rocky cliffs to the east and a darkened forest to the west of him, gold stare observing the vast fields that spread out before reaching the forest. The wolf had journeyed far and his paws were gradually beginning to revolt against him, his tough pads stinging some as he finally slowed to a stop, a drawn-out sigh escaping his mouth as he finally slumped himself to sit upon the ground. Neako's aching paws had decided that this would be the place he'd rest and regain his strength, for now anyway.

Letting out a groan, black ears twitched a top his large skull as he listened to the sound of the water to one side of him, head turning as he brought himself to face the dancing waves of the sea and as he did so, the sight of another wolf within the distance stole his attention. The ebony male shifted his paw in the sand as his nose twitched slightly, the dark brute raising his head some as the salty aroma of the sea , along with the unique scent of an unknown female ahead, drifted into his face by the warm breeze. Quietly, the male stared down the beach, unsure of what to do as his bright orange eyes remained watching the woman, his head tilting as he gradually allowed his aching body to unwind.