Ankyra Sound make a den, build a fire; later, the smoke will taste like plums

a howl she wasn't expecting filtered through the forest -- from her vantage in the grotto, she could only just make out it. she took her time uprooting the youths from her flank -- and after securing they were at least accounted for by lycaon and kierkegaard, strode stiffly up to the surface.

as she picked her way through the southern perimeter of the forest she moved in the manner an old sow would -- her joints tired, her expression fatigued -- when her lamplight gaze came across a familiar figure she stopped, tail held outright and muzzle bent in a scowl. "what do you want?" she asked him, suspicious yet curious to find out why he had dredged her from her preferred deeps.