Ankyra Sound llosgi'r wrach a'i halen ei bedd

as kierkegaard drew away she swept in like a wave; the two of them worked in militaristic, brutal harmony. there was a beauty to their savage interlude but caiaphas was not emotionally aware of it -- all that swam in her vision was the offensive presence of the stranger.

as she clawed and fought for purchase on any part of his pelt he turned and a wave swelled then; it threatened to overcome all of them and caiaphas felt her feet pulled out from under her by the buoyancy of the water. with a snarl she parted from the wolf's side and was pushed like a rag-doll to shore. undeterred but unwilling to sacrifice her body to the sea's impetus she trailed along the sand-pack with her gaze fixed on the wolf that floated like flotsam down the shore.