Ankyra Sound A lost little trinket

The little fae watched as the obsidian woman spoke, enamored with her. She stood quietly, awed by the visible scars marring her otherwise beautiful face. She let the femme’s soothing voice relax her, allowing her tail to fall away from her torso. Her excitement grew as the wolf offered to take her in. A small grin spread across the girl’s maw as her tiny tail thumped upon the sand. The water lapping at her paws seemed to nearly nudge the girl towards the black wolf, but Carnation could not tell if it was just an accident or not. She spoke with enthusiasm seeping into her words, “Really? Thank you… thank you so much.” Her form shook with joy now, instead of grief. She jumped up, burying her small muzzle in the fur of the woman’s chest, forming something as close to a hug as any four-legged animal could.