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

Her tail beat unsteadily behind her at the inquiry. Tunerk did not hesitate in her response, her resolve—despite how young she was—firm. I do not want to be alone, she admitted plainly, ears flattening atop her crown. Realizing she had not answered her question in its entirety, she continued: I heard your calls; I would like to run with you, her ears pricked then, youthful optimism plain on her face. She had faced the trial of losing her way, but her confidence did not permit her to think that this could go south.