Ankyra Sound hūrenkon

The consistency of first meeting wolves has not been something she is used to. Each wolf she encounters is much more different than the last and this wolf proves to be no different. His approach is distant and forbidden, keeping her rooted in place for several seconds before she does anything else. She isn’t as close to Drageda that she is certain a call will be heard and if it is, likely not close enough to do much help. Having someone with her—Eske, Étoille, or Blixen—would make her feel significantly better. 

When he is close enough that the sun lights up his amber eyes, her head retreats in surprise. What little shred of belief he may actually be a ghost she has left is wiped away to a small sliver of uncertainty. Still, his display of vulnerability warrants a few steps closer in his direction. “Are you okay?” she calls out, finding the reaction to the sun strange. Her head angles to the right to get a better look at his overall self but from. Her distance she can’t quite see enough. And even if she did, she wouldn’t know what to do about them. 

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