Ankyra Sound Upon a weary night, the bell tolled.

As the days get cooler, she finds herself more active. It hadn’t been that hot when she’d arrived but much different than she’s used to. Most days are cold further north, only a few weeks of warm-ish weather in the summer, and she can spend more time on her feet doing her work. The southern border comes to a close near where the redwoods end and the cliffs begin, she moves along a familiar path against their height and into the sound.
 
Her heart beats heavy in her chest as she moves with a weird sort of excitement. The feeling remains unexplained. Each time she’s here is different from the last and she doesn’t have any expectations for her little expedition.
 
As the terrain changes beneath her feet, weakening into sand that doesn’t have a lot of support. Capable paws make her way with a new grip and she readjusts easily. A dark figure appears in the distance, materializing contrast against the sand just as her form does and makes no effort to hide herself with nowhere to go. The ocean roars against her right and she focuses toxic eyes in his direction, waiting.