Ankyra Sound On the horizon, out on the edge of the world

Dawn rose chilly over Grimnismal, with a strong wind blowing down from the northern and southern mountains alike. Wylla had been awake for several hours already, pacing the brisk strand in the darkness as she thought over what she needed to do. Ideas tumbled through her mind like dice, each one carefully considered alongside the others, until she had several courses of action laid out in front of her. To herself, she gave no further thought; she would have time to consider her own consequences later.
As the sun began to pierce the edges of the dark forest spanning their cliffs, Wylla selected a spot on the beach near a shallow, wide-mouthed cave in the cliffside. She gave a low, solemn and undeniably serious howl out across the strand for the attention of @Kierkegaard, followed closely by a second to state the urgency of her call.
There would be more to come, but he would be the first.