Ankyra Sound no more sails

They lingered on the coast and Ruvik stayed just within earshot, absent-mindedly nosing sand from stone as he idled. The strangers had distracted him from his search and provided an opportunity to perhaps gain something more than a meagre scrap. While he had seen wolves on his journey along the coast, many simply chose to ignore him as he did them. These two were no different, but the woman caught his interest. He wondered at the state of her form, and why the other drifted by so protectively. Ruvik's nose twitched and he picked up on the scent of others among the smell of brine and fish. They were pack wolves.

A chance had presented itself, and as the white female turned towards the forest, the loner followed at length, eyes burning intensely as he gazed at the two strangers.