Ankyra Sound the moon, the stars, they have all been blown out

the storm carried their howl far; each voice made more powerful for it. her own voice had trailed off, but the pack still sang — and caiaphas tilted a long ear towards the sonorous chorus so she might appreciate each distinctive voice. 

there was one that was unfamiliar; shifting from her spot, caiaphas set on lean legs towards the border of the forest. hanging there like a timid lantern of white was a pale spectre, thin and distinctive against the dark boughs. she looked young- perhaps the same age as the siren’s own children. nosing forward, caiaphas scented the newcomer, her hackles only slightly raised as she stalked around the ivory child.