Ankyra Sound new leaf, wild world

Unlike his companions, content to watch the mighty storm hack and slash at their beachfront manor, Svalinn saw vulnerable fish and it was nearly impossible for him to remain at bay - as competitively voracious as his appetite was these days. He charged out into the storm from the battered treeline, difficult to see from the Grotto, but clearly some foolish blob in the distance, just bobbing precariously back and forth as it struggled for... something... before making a hunched, defeated-looking retreat back into the trees.

Svalinn panted quietly as he recovered from his run out on the exposed beach; his foray into the high winds and whipping rain proving fruitful, as he now sat with a long, slender fish wriggling in dying flops at his fat paws. Forgetting that he was soaking wet and had nearly lost his ankles to no more than a few inches of rushing tide water, Svalinn dug into his hard-fought meal and tuned out the hissy storm.