Ankyra Sound a grey mist on the sea’s face

I am so sorry for the wait.
Tagging @Thuringwethil as it has been so long since I posted ♥

The language spoken is unfamiliar — but even if the wolves before her had been speaking in the common tongue, the bedraggled stray’s reaction might have been the same. She recoils from Eske’s investigative overture, and her lips tremble and grow taut; the bridge of her muzzle wrinkles, but the snarl isn’t enough to reveal even the tips of her alabaster fangs. She is cowed and meek, though she recognizes an innate desire to shelter in the shadow of the larger wolves. Imprisonment and isolation are what she knows and has come to expect, and she doesn’t remember how to walk comfortably beneath the open sky anymore.

The atramentous little Groenendael has no way of knowing that Doe and Szymon’s only son — the Barracuda — is only a howl away; she has no way of knowing that the Tiger Shark will make her own way to Drageda’s cliffs within a few short weeks. If she had been privy to any of that information, she never would have stopped here. Her ignorance is, in a twisted way, her saving grace — for if she’d kept going, she’d have collapsed out of exhaustion.

Helpless before the two warrior wolves and ashamed of her terse behavior, Seelie rolls partway onto her back in overt submission and carefully averts her gaze.