Ankyra Sound an anteater named antonio

the storm that howled through rusalka gnashed its teeth against their forest and sea, bringing ruin with it. caiaphas had ordered most to the grotto, where its clawing breeze was deafened by immovable stone walls -- but above, the world and sea raged.

emerging from the dark keep, the sylph followed erzulie's tracks, noticing the sundered strand and the many interlacing trees, face down and uprooted from where they had stood sentinel for years beyond reckoning. her attention was drawn to a shape on the strand, and as she limped towards it, her eyes widened with hungry surprise. 

the storm was unfortunate -- but the bounty it brought with them was not. the downed bull was enough to feed their wounded for weeks -- throwing her head back, caiaphas howled for all to come and eat their fill before they secured it in their caches.