Ankyra Sound river turns to dust

Again the call is returned, and relief washes over her. She moves toward the treeline carefully, nose lifted slightly. It occurs to her to call again, but she doesn't; she's certain she's going the right way now. She catches his scent in the next beat and turns to follow it.
The inkstain picks through the fog with keen eyes, aware she's closing the distance between them. Soon a shape materializes, and she registers a chuff over the crashing of the waves. She returns it, halting just as she's able to make out his features. Nothing she can recognize, but something about him is... haunted. She's intrigued.