Ankyra Sound holding out for a hero

Tytonidae's following was growing, albeit slowly, and she felt more and more confident as the days went on that things were going to be just fine. She found herself north again, knowing that the plateau would be there when she got back. There were, as far as she knew, no other packs seeking it out as a possible home. She needn't worry about keeping it locked down every hour of every day. As long as she returned every few days and marked what she could, she did not think it would be a problem.

She had caught a rabbit, and she was about to find somewhere secluded to eat it, when she spotted the thin, scraggly-looking figure on the beach. It took her a moment, but she soon recognized him. Sorrow struck her, and she felt compassion for the poor guy. It did not look as though he had gotten into the pack he sought. Knowing that he needed food more than she did, she plopped the rabbit right in front of him.

"You gotta eat, Eljay," she said, her face full of concern.