Ankyra Sound and welcomes little lasses in

Set directly after this. Editted bc I am sloooooow lmao

At the sound of Erzulie's anguished dirge to her lost companion, Svalinn lifted his head from the dirt and listened on grimly. He had curled up somewhere near the Blackpine for the night, but the haunting cry of his packmate unsettled the boy deeply, and he got to his feet without understanding why. As the notes of her cry fell away, another voice - strained and distant; from above - stole over the rippling, navy-washed Sound, in a gut-punch of a response that somehow felt more like relief than pain.

Rosalyn!

Svalinn tipped his skull back and howled in a show of solidarity - a high, youthful sound - meant only to reinforce the fact that Rosalyn had a family down here. She had something to stay alive for. We're here, he said. Rusalka is here.

Purged now of an ability to sleep, Svalinn shook himself and picked up a dogged clip towards the borders, eager to do something.