Ankyra Sound The retelling of an old story

The shade had lingered in the Wilds for too long.  She could feel something festering inside her, chastising her with an edge of impatience that it was time to move on.  Even with this admonishment she had deliberately remained, and though she dug deep for answers from within she found none.

Still, she must go somewhere.

She waited for the night to break before she set out for this Drageda that the stranger on the bluff had spoken of, traveling northeast and sticking close to the shoreline upon where they met.  It was not long before the grass broke way for sand, the ocean knifing its way deep into the territory.

She smelled him, of course, before she saw him, and she tilted her head back in a howl to ask for the stranger's presence once more.