Ankyra Sound i thought i was smarter as i flew into the sun

the siren’s gaze raked across wyatt’s lean figure, taking in the raw and raised wounds that marred his hide. shifting upright with a sharp inhale, caiaphas motioned for the boy to follow. 

first - a wound must be cleaned. the matriarch counseled, her bony form making for the surf. it will be cold — but a wound can not heal if it is not properly cleaned of irritants. go, her narrow muzzle canted to the rising waves, and she shortly shook the cloak of kelp from her hide and stepped into the water’s lapping edge.