Ankyra Sound need to remember

@Screech - because tagging names with apostrophes does not work.

The waters were disturbed by the rippling of a massive body from underneath. Kierkegaard could see it from his resting place in the sands. He followed the movements for a considerable time before he saw the angled fin that had risen from underneath the swell. It did not take him long to recognize the great predator of the sea. It was quite a sight to witness it so close to the shores and breaching the waters with such grace and power. The ghostly hound wished that he held within him that strength again. Those many years of fight had taken a great toll on his haggard and storm-washed frame. He had found more comfort in the relaxation of the ocean waves than in the prospect of altercation.

In no time at all, Raleska had found him and was climbing along his figure with – surprisingly – pointy feet. Kierkegaard groaned softly before he turned his head to peer at his dark daughter. There was a fondness in the faded glimmer of his molten stare. “That is a whale, Raleska. They’re dangerous, but only if you’re in the water with them,” the ghost warned her with a quiet rumble. He had never set out to battle with the likes of the creature in the sea. He was curious to see if it would rise from the swell again to grace them with another dance.