Ankyra Sound o green world, don't desert me now

the pale shadow reaffirmed her suspicions with a quiet rumble. had caiaphas been a less selfish wolf, or even a more compassionate one, she may have been hurt to hear that the sound was not good enough for him. instead she measured his unhappiness against a code of strange practicality - he was a windborne creature, a wolf of the tundra -- and her way of life was stagnant. like a river that had spent its entire life in white-capped rapids, now forced deep underground in a lifeless cavern of interminable dormancy. far from the eye of the sun, cheerless, and immobile. for a wolf that had campaigned thousands of miles under his heels caiaphas imagined this home was anything but.

she was not worried for she knew all things had a conclusion -- realistically hers would not be far behind the haggard man's -- she did not find it odd to entertain the idea that this would be her last crusade. like her comrade happiness was unobtainable for the salt-wretch -- but perhaps given some time alongside her most constant guardian, her rigid way of thinking would dissolve and the gods would allow her one final happiness: content.

it was far off, and she shook such soft ideas from her head with a harsh flap of her ears. "it will make you happy?" she queried teasingly, unused to the sappiness -- she hated being vulnerable, hated being exposed - but kierkegaard was her last true friend amid a sea of endless enemies. "i hope it will. there is food here. security. perhaps it is simply a new leaf. our last leaf." she looked to him pointedly, the reality of their grim situation plain in her yellow eyes.